Lesley Residency 3.6
We started the day with a meeting to discuss the logistics of our preparing our theses. We’re still a semester away from really having to start in on that work in earnest, but there was certain information that needed to get out now. It was a useful meeting, a scary meeting, and a sad one. It was useful because we needed the information, scary because the fact that we’ve reached that point means that we’re halfway there, and sad because it reminded me that I won’t always have these week-long sojourns with these wonderful people.
The rest of the day was kind of a mixed bag for me. We had a productive if somewhat meandering workshop in the early afternoon, but we had to change locations a number of times for a number of reasons. Those reasons included noisy old ladies, noisy teachers in town for a Lesley seminar or something, and, of course, the damn sun. Writers don’t like the sun, I guess.
We were supposed to go on a guided tour of the Museum of Fine Arts tonight but interest in the trip dropped under ten students today and the head of the program had to call it off. I was going to buy a print for my new place, so I was a little disappointed, but I got over it.
Instead, Sara, Shera, Jill, and I went out to see Michael Moore’s Farenheit 9/11. I was kind of falling asleep in the middle, but that was because of tiredness and not because of a lack of interest. After the show, walking back from Harvard Square towards campus, we hardly said a word. The effect of the film on us was profound and we all needed a nap.