Alarm goes off. Lay in bed reading blogs until you convince yourself to get in the shower. Tell yourself you don't have to wash your hair, though, which makes this decision easier.
6:45 AM - 7:45 AM
Waste time. No idea what you did, but realize suddenly you are staring at the clock and an hour has passed. You took a shower, you did nothing else, and all of the sudden you are late. Boo.
Straighten your hair. Watch the Queen's Jubilee coverage.
Finally mosey to breakfast, late. Sit down. Make friends. Reintroduce yourself to same person for third time in a week. Laugh on the outside about how nobody can remember or recognize you. Cry on the inside while you eat French toast.
Attend a lecture with Douglas Kearney on Ekphrastic poetry (poetry which seeks to describe or interact with art). Rejoice that your little nerd heart has found a home in the world of poetry (or writing) that uses the language of other art forms (especially dance). Feel especially awesome for knowing who Bill T. Jones is when the video is shown.
Step out of poetry lecture early for one-on-one with Jillian Lauren, author of Some Girls. Be amazed at her down-to-earth nature and her friendly advice. Feel good about being a writer and a mom. Feel glad to be in this program and that you get to meet people who inspire you.
Attend Jillian Lauren's lecture on memoir. Five sentence memoir-writing. Awesomeness.
Lunch. Sit with new people and old friends. Feel like a total extrovert.
1:15 PM - 4:15 PM
Poetry workshop. Sweat for 2 hours and 50 minutes until they get to your piece. Leave feeling inspired, but less sure of your own work than you were before you started.
Call home. Talk to monkeys, K. Feel better about awkward workshop confidence issues.
Head on over to the lazy river. Run into your poetry professor, who wants to talk about workshop. Feel even better about wonky workshop confidence issues.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM
Lazy river, baby. Lazy river. Link your tubes with your classmates and float.
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM
Dinner with your friend Mag. Margarita time. Mag and Marg. Mag and Marg, baby.
Bail out for the night so you don't fall asleep in a chair or embarrass yourself in front of professors. Call husband. Blog.