A Declaration of a New Found History Appreciation (maybe I went a little to the cheesy side with the title, read on)

A Declaration of a New Found History Appreciation (maybe I went a little to the cheesy side with the title, read on)

American History really had never been one of my favorite subjects growing up, and always took third of fourth after art, writing, and math (you’re probably wondering how I ended up in DC of all cities we have here).

My older brother who will soon be graduating with a degree in biology came to visit. Naturally, I assumed he wouldn’t care to see monuments, Smithsonian Museums-maybe the Natural History Museum, or really any of the other touristy highlights DC has to offer.


I was wrong for the most part.

We ended up going to places I would’ve never gone on my own or with my friends, not because I’m opposed to these places but rather the effort required would outweigh the interest.

Anyway, we took a tour of the Capitol Building; thanks to my brother’s pre-planning we were able to snag a private tour through Durbin’s office. I really enjoyed this tour, mostly because I love random facts and our tour guide seemed to share the same love.

Later on, we went to the National Archives. Here, I would’ve definitely not gone to without my scientist and apparently closet-case historian brother as well. I’ve never been a sentimental, possession hoarding, picture-album looking, person. Things to me are very temporary, and I don’t mean that in some kind of philosophical way, I’ve just never appreciated things that remind me of other things. Thus, while we spent tedious hours looking at and attempting to read old documents such as the Bill of Rights, Declaration of Independence, and Constitution, I began wondering why in fact I was there.  These were the documents that lined my middle-school text books, and that I could easily access through google.com. What I can say? What I really did enjoy was the feeling of being in those museums and around such things. I really felt the importance of my nation’s history and more importantly the struggle to establish such a foundation. What I enjoyed even more were, of course, the random facts I got out of the history connoisseurs that were watching the spring-breakers like missionaries eager to enlighten ignorant tribal men. Apparently, on September 11th, army tanks ran in front of the National Archives to protect these documents. During the Civil War, the documents were secretly stored at Ft. Knox.

Nonetheless, I will continue to argue (in the most childish, “Mom, can we go now?” kind of way) that paper is just paper and what’s really important is what the document contains. God, I sound annoying.

In actuality, I had few complaints, as simply viewing documents and actually reading them aren't mutually exclusive. On a side note, I left the museum missing my 7th grade American History class.

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