When I came up with the idea for this blog my original intention was to a fair number of gag photos mixed in with some actual TOK thoughts. Mostly stuff along the lines of ”Here is Elizabeth standing next to Paul Revere with her TOK book” or “look at Taylor reading while swimming” or other such nonsense. Maybe I will still do that but for the moment I have plenty of thoughts to put into writing.
I am currently on vacation in a little town on Lake Erie, which is really a very neat place, lots of old Victorian era cottages and giant trees, generally a great place to kick back and do some thinking. But the thing thats got me thinking today happened last night on the drive up. When my family was about 20 minutes away from the town a car in front of us slowed down to gawk at a garage sale, my father was able to stop the car in time, which was no small feat because we were towing a sailboat, but the lady behind us did not and ended up rear-ending us. No body was hurt, the cars are dented, the boat has some cosmetic scratches, but the trailer is smashed to bits. All in all it could have been much worse.
The part that I’ve got playing over and over in my head is the different ways my mother and I reacted to the crash. My mother says that right as we got the car under control after avoiding the car in front of us she had been thinking “Oh good, im glad nothing happened,” and the then next second she felt a large impact and hear a loud crunching noise and immediately thought we had been hit by three or four cars (it was only one). My experience was completely different. I saw the car in front of us slow down, felt us stop, then felt a small bump and heared a creaking and groaning sound from the back of the car. I did not realize we had been hit until I looked out the window and saw it. They way my mother and I reacted really surprised me. I’m usually the one that freaks out during a crisis, not mom. I’ve been thinking about this since then and I’ve come to the conclusion that a big factor in our differing reactions was experiences with driving. I’ve only been driving for a short time, she’s been driving for 30 years and really knows how dangerous driving can be.
In class we often talked about how different factors shape our experiences such as religion, upbringing, our emotions at the time and other factors. This was the first time that I’d considered how timing and familiarity combined can really alter a perspective of a situation. I’m not sure that those are the best terms to describe it, so here are my mother’s and my thought processes at the time:
Mom: *bump* We just got hit! Holy S*** there has to be at least four cars behind us!
Me: *bump* Huh? what did we… what… was that… Holy crap!
But hey, no one was hurt so no harm, no foul. Morale of the story: dont tailgate someone who is pulling a trailer. TOK pictures soon maybe possibly?