Sometimes an experience can influence a person’s attitude towards a subject. Some of these experiences may include events, music, media, a conversation, or literature. Sometimes these experiences do not influence or effect a person in a good way. We all have been through a time that defined our personalities and our outlook on the world. It defined us in a way where it taught us a lesson that will last a lifetime. With these learned lessons we try to shape our lives; make plans and goals for today, tomorrow, next year and the years after. We disregard the idea of something not going our way. As soon as something doesn’t go right, we get so frustrated as if it’s a first world problem. We think we are the only ones in the world to encounter such problem. We are so focused on our plans and goals, we never face the fact that we will have to leave. No one actually thinks of themselves dying, ever. Even a topic about or includes death sounds so tragic and horrifying, as well as depressing. We often ignore everything about death, without realizing sooner or later we will have to face it. When I first looked into the catalog of discover classes, for not one single second I thought I would be in the course of Dying to Understand: Loss in the City! It sounded so depressing, ‘I don’t want to talk about death or whatever’ thought to myself. However, because I was late to sign up for classes this class is the only one that fit my schedule. “How bad can it be?” “Do I even have any over option?” “One whole week talk about death? Really?” were just the few of the thousand questions running through my mind. Was not looking forward to the immersion week, not one bit! Meeting new people was the only motivation I had. As I was searching to find general information about immersion week in schools, I came across a definition which was: Complete attention; intense mental effort. This made me extra curious about the course in general. What could we possibly do that will conquer our minds? Or was DePaul just exaggerating the importance of immersion week? While I was debating with myself on this topic, I received an email from my instructor that confirms our time and location for the first day of immersion week. It was terrifying enough that I was going to start college, now I had to wait for the first day as I was about to explode of curiosity. Finally, day one was here. Woke up much earlier than I would normally wake up in summer, however for some mysterious reason I was not feeling any tiredness. We all met at the classroom, and went through the syllabus and the schedule for the following week. No joke, I was mentally prepare to walk at least 10 miles, when I received that email that advised to wear comfortable shoes because we were going to walk ‘a lot.’ Maybe because I am not much of an optimist. As we walked around Lincoln Park and Ms. Golas- Martyn unveiled mysteries behind some buildings what seemed to be just any other buildings, I was enjoying my time very much. It might sound terribly wrong, but although they were about tragic events, it sounded so cool to still be part a history that was still alive. Our grand tour of Lincoln Park ended in a cafe, dedicated only and only to cupcakes, sounded heavenl