What a whirlwind of a week!
I spent six days at an Honors Institute
Workshop for Creative Writing at BGSU
, and I feel so refreshed, experienced, and eager to keep learning. My entire world was college for this week. Finally I was able to walk around an inspiring town to my classes, passing sunflowers and jade-colored trees as I made my way past each beautiful building.
I learned so much, wrote some interesting things, and met some amazing people.
I was pleased that I finally got the chance to interact with pretty girls who only talk about interesting things like books and school. I thought those kinds of females only existed on Gilmore Girls
or in books I've read. It was refreshing to meet people of value and intelligence.
It's difficult for me to explain my experience in great detail, so here are some pictures...
On the way there...
I'm a big fan of clouds, cloud pictures, imagining like a child that I can sleep on a cloud.
I also like pictures that reflect.
So I eventually get there...
I met my amazingly nice + smart roomate Katie...
(invisible bongos? :p)
I actually made some friends, believe it or not.
I think it was easy that we were all in the same boat, as in no one knew each other and weren't sure what the hell we were doing.
This is Rachel, Michelle, Katie, and me.
My favorite part of my stay there was visiting the greenhouse on campus.
It was beautiful. The interesting thing was that there were no "native" plants. They were all from other countries/states/environments.
The wonderfully knowledgeable professor of botany told me that the fig tree I was eying was used in Buddhist shrines. Apparently Buddha sat under a tree of this nature and reached Enlightenment.
Buddhists boil the leaves and dye them silver or gold to honor their faith.
The plants all had some kind of story.
star-shaped cacti! How cool.
B e a u t i f u l!
The sky before the storm.
That little blue dot at the bottom is actually a streetlight we could see from our room.
It projected a placid blue glow upon the sidewalk. I liked that.
From our window we could also see some guys in their rooms.
They were having duels.
Some were shirtless and cawing like crows.
They caught us spying and laughing in amazement of the hilarity, and called someone saying they had "stalkers."
More like an audience, but tomato tomahto.
The part I looked forward to each day was the walk to class.
It's a lengthy trek, but you get to pass some very interesting things like rabbis and this abstract statue of The Thinker...
Needless to say, I felt so inspired the entire time I was there. I couldn't stop writing.
We had conferences with whichever teacher we preferred to go over any of our work and chat.
I showed Karen (first name basis. I dig that.) a poem of mine, and she made me feel good about my style of writing. She also suggested books of poems to me, which I definitely appreciated.
It feels comforting to be home after so much excitement
and exertion of the mind and feet.
I was constantly tired,
but never felt depressed or on edge.
It was such a relief to interact with such interesting people and places.