I was late, as usual. It was chilly Saturday morning when I was making my way to the Brooklyn Museum. I was to meet up with Carl, Hibba and Sammy in front of the museum at 11 am but it was already 11:37 am and I was still on the train. Apparently, someone was fatally hit by the Q train and it was causing all sorts of delays. If there is anything I took away from that Saturday morning it was to never aim to just be on time, but to aim to be there a little earlier because no one ever knows when delays like this can happen.
My train ride to the Brooklyn Museum probably took longer then it took us to wander all five floors of the museum. My commute had put me in a pretty terrible mood for the remainder of the day so it is unfair to say that my overall thoughts and feelings for the museum were that it was quite boring. Although reflecting back at it, I wouldn’t have liked it that much even if I was in a better mood because I prefer paintings over artifacts. A reason for this is that artifacts are usually a one-sided narrative, the museum would show you artifacts like jewelry and would tell you its jewelry. There is not much else to say about the artifact. However, if a museum displays a painting, now it becomes a multi-sided narrative, because there is not one right way to interpret a painting.
This trip to the Brooklyn Museum will assist me in my first semester at Baruch College in two ways. The first being to always try to arrive early to your destination, and never just in the nick of time. The second being to never let your current mood ruin a new experience, for all you know, you might like it.
