Visiting the MET with my art history class was an interesting experience. I am really not a museum person. It didn’t help that the trip was pure chaos. 40 college students swarmed our professor like a colony of ants over spilled ice cream and all were attempting to decipher her commentary on the various pieces of centuries old artwork/sculptures. Hearing the professor amidst the numerous groups of loud tour guides and awe-ing tourists was a job not even Dumbo would have managed to do. After realizing listening to the professor just was not going to happen, I decided to try and create my own commentary. I began to take occasional breaks from the group to muse over pieces of art that caught my eye. I mainly took these breaks while the group was meandering through the sections of mummy tombs, as mummies are one of my phobias(courtesy to a scary episode of Scooby Doo I watched alone as a 5 year old). I realized that though there was a very important educational aspect to art, it was providing me a relief from my fear of mummies. I mused over the many different ways the art could have value in various individuals’s situations. Throughout my time at Baruch, the occasional visit to a museum would be beneficial for my mental health and also my physical health, because the amount of cardio you can get in just walking the endless halls is immense. But, my most important musing was that through my growing appreciation for the arts, is that I am being #CULTURED.
