Word to the wise: When you're going away on a trip to a new school or some other new program, and the list of suggested things to pack includes little insignificant things like a 3-prong adapter, you might wanna pay attention.
40-year old dorms = murky smelling carpets, zero air conditioning, and only 2-prong outlets. Hello, freshman year. It's been a while since I saw you last. You smell the same.
Seriously, who knew an 89-cent adapter could mean so much? But it does. It's like my Mac was trying to have sex with someone with the wrong anatomy. Um, hon? No means no. I have a headache.
But luckily people in Vermont are so nice I'm beginning to suspect they're all on drugs, which would explain a whole lot of things, and one of my terps loaned me an adapter.
So now I'm in my room thinking about tongue-kissing the in-wall outlet because I can finally check my e-mail, read my blogs, and ummm... Hey, what was that other thing I was supposed to do while I'm here in an MFA-creative writing program?
Oh yeah -- write.
More later. I'm having fun, in a very magic mushroom, caffeinated to the toenails kind of way. Seriously. I think my armpit hairs are vibrating with the anticipation. People here talk so slowly in the workshops and even though I am over the moon about being here I can't seem to stop myself from dashing out the door at workshop's end to write down notes and ideas for stories.
I could never have predicted that when I dropped out of a Ph.D program and risked banishing my family to a life of living in cardboard boxes, I could make myself so happy. Go figure.
yay for happy!
Posted by: marisa | June 28, 2008 at 02:57 PM
I'm more than happy to live in a cardboard box. But let's aim for something more upscale. Perhaps a shed?
Posted by: -ck | June 28, 2008 at 03:25 PM