My school is amazing. It is an uber-loving and supportive environment in which those of us (mostly activists, artists and writers) feel safe enough to talk about our work and get the guidance and the audience that we need to make it better. This was my second time at the residency (you go once for a week per semester) and each time I return back with similar feelings. I wish I had attended more workshops, I wish I had spoken to more people, had more amazing conversations, and I really wish I had stolen some food on my way out (the food is awesome). But we're only there for a week, and then we all have to get back to our busy lives. We all have jobs, families, home lives that take up too much time for us to spend any time going to classes every day.
That is the transition I am having such difficulty with this time, as the noise and grind of my normal life has lost is lovely flavor, and I really wish I was back in residency. However, I've noticed my drive and feeling has stuck with me this semester better than it did in the last (I can't help feeling my work last semester was sub-par) so I think I could very much have a successful semester's worth of work to report back to my advisor (a published poet--I know, strangely amazing).
So, this blog will not only be a reflection of social issues that affect me, a woman living below the poverty line and trying to receive and education, it will also begin to reflect my progress this semester. It will take a slightly different flavor, but I really think thats a good thing.
Cue David Bowie's 'Changes'...
I loves me some Bowie.
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