Saturday, June 02, 2012

Day 2

If I have to go to school somewhere, it might as well be here...

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I'm pretty much settled in to the new digs.

I didn't sleep very well last night on account of some loud drunks outside. Turns out I accidentally slept all night with my door wide open, so... oops.

I got all scrubbed and did my hair this morning (it's been a while--the hair-doing, that is) and headed over for breakfast in the new conference center. So far, the food is really good. We'll see if I still feel that way in nine days, but lunch and breakfast were tasty. Today we had introductions. Thankfully, now that I'm not new I don't have to stand up and answer any more embarrassing questions. I got to sit back and watch the show.  There may or may not have been singing of Journey songs. I may or may not have learned how to say "get the F away from me" in French. I love my school.

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After breakfast was my first lecture, a faculty poetry professor by The Baroness (she chose her own code name for my blog yesterday), my awesomesauce poetry teacher. Topic? Writing about religion without becoming a cliche. "Writing the ineffable without effing up." I love listening to how people create. Lunch followed, and it was yummy. After lunch I scurried back to my room to read--I mean, FINISH reading--the two short stories we were workshopping at 1:15. I barely made it, but I got them read in time.

Our first genre (that's like my major, which is fiction writing) workshop was in the Presidential suite, which is just shy of the Palace of Versailles, in terms of swank factor. My professor for fiction is the Todfather, director of the whole MFA program, so he had us come sit in his living room and do our little chat. I'm pretty sure the suite is bigger than my house. Workshopping is a tense thing for me, but we slipped pretty easily into really focused conversation about the first student's piece. We also read a short story, Housewifely Arts, by a visiting guest, Megan Mayhew Bergman, who will be here later in the week. I'm bummed I haven't had the chance to read her whole book yet, but the story was great. I can't wait to meet her.

The first real day has gone so quickly. I'm not sure if it's because I was (mostly) in windowless conference rooms shivering away at the cold, cold, air-conditioned air, or if it was just such a good day of amazing content. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's that second thing.

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