The incoming class is already starting to filter in, their first official meeting is tonight. The faculty is already there. The rest of us will be filtering in as well, arriving in time for orientation just after lunch tomorrow. Time again for that thing we call “the res,” or simply “res,”
The Vermont College of Fine Arts MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults bi-annual residency!
So part of me wants to promise to keep regular updates, but I know that’s contingent on any number of factors. Last time I managed to snag a solo room, so I was able to stay up late at night writing and blogging without worrying about keeping anyone else awake. Single rooms are incredibly rare, but still, one can hope.
I suppose I could try and Tweet. But that’s not what I feel like doing in the brief moments between faculty lectures and studetn lectures and all the other good stuff scheduled for the coming scant two weeks. But all of that is still to come because, as of this moment, I am still maing lists of everything I need to do, and some last minute packing, and everything else I need to wedge into the day before a nice mellow pizza and movie night with my Suze before leaving early tomorrow morning.
It’s a little like camp, where you can’t wait to see the people you haven’t seen since the last time you were at camp. It’s like summer camp but all the activities are indoor, because if we added outdoor activites we’d end up there for a month instead of two weeks. It’s a summer camp with a graduation and a prom attached. It’s a writer’s retreat, and a battery recharge, and a reunion with community, and dorms with cafeteria food.
And I am a little excited. But not so you’d notice.