Lesley Residency 2.2
The first Saturday of the residency is an odd day. You have a sort of informal discussion on writing and then a “read-in” with people sharing their favorite pieces of writing. Most of the rest of the day is dedicated to initial meetings with the advisors you’ll be working with for the semester. Those meetings only really last about half-an-hour and you’re left with a lot of time to kill before dinner and the evening’s reading. Hopefully, you find someone to hang out with or you have something to do. Today I had a short little adventure with one of my friends and I think it’s worth mentioning.
One of my Lesley friends, who shall remain nameless because I’m not sure if she would want this story tossed out onto the Internet, was having a problem with her fingernails. She had no fingernail clippers. This was not a vanity thing, mind you. They were just annoying her. I have felt that way about my fingernails and so I sympathized. We thusly set out into the arctic cold of Cambridge, Massachusetts looking for some fingernail clippers.
After a short walk we came to a health-food store on Mass. Ave. I quickly spotted a pair of foldable clippers in a sharp-looking package and called out my friend’s name. She picked up a pair, brought it to the register, and the woman said, “Twenty-one dollars, please.”
Needless to say, my friend did not purchase those. They did have a little stash of standard-issue one dollar clippers sitting nearby and she ended up getting a pair of those instead. Maybe you had to be there, but it was pretty funny.
The rest of the day was great. I got to hang with friends, talk shop, and witness two amazing readings — one by Anito Riggio, the accomplished children’s writer and one by Alex Johnson, the author of The Hidden Writer, who read an excerpt on Tolstoy from that text that was simply amazing.
And, of course, I got to come home and watch the New England Patriots fight a hard-fought ballgame and win it in the end. There ain’t no better way to spend a Saturday in my opinion.