Well … the first week of classes just concluded. I made it through in one piece. Strange discovery about graduate school in England: I’ve been instructed to call all of my professors or ‘tutors’ by their first names. This is a foreign concept to me but I’m in a foreign country so, it is what it is. My classes are actually pretty superb so far. On Tuesday evenings Ten Critical Challenges for Creative Writers, each week we are covering one of the challenges. This class starts out with an hour lecture followed by an hour seminar in a breakout module of ten people. My tutor is Andrea. She seems pretty awesome. Thursday evenings I have a two hour Writers Workshop. We are required to bring up to 2,000 words in whatever genre we would like. Every three weeks I email my sample to the class and they are required read and critique it. I hope I don’t have to go upside anybodies head, keep in mind I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my…. well you know.
So in a larger reference to school this is my personal conclusion: middle school is a struggle (especially math), high school is fun junior and senior year especially (this might be because I attended Southeast Raleigh, and ‘you’ll never beat the pride of a Bulldog’), college is what you make it (I made it magnificent), but graduate school is special. You get to choose exactly what you want to study and focus in on it. I like writing. This Master of Arts in Creative Writing calls for a whole lot of it, so that’s cool. So s just know if you do what you are suppose to do in school early you can choose what you want to study later. Make a plan.
I must say thank God for J. Cole dropping Cole World – The Sideline Story this week (this is a subtle shout out to North Carolina). I’m actually bumpin the track ‘Nobody’s Perfect’ featuring Missy Elliot right now I ‘Can’t Get Enough.’ This album really gave me life and helped me survive in these mean streets of Kingston upon Thames. Just kidding, these streets are far from mean. A guy that lives on the path I walk to school drives a Maserati, things stay pretty peaceful around here. Kingston is a college town next to a river, technically were protected on one side by the water making it that much safer.
I had a violent run in with a Royal Mail truck driver. I hope he reads this because I am about to air him alllll the way out. He was dead wrong. As my flatmate and I were preparing to cross the street IN THE CROSSWALK he came flying around the corner going at least 80mph! It was almost a wrap for me early in the game, week one! Luckily I’m still here and I lived to tell the tale. Keep in mind here in England everyone is driving on the right side of the road. My whole life I have been told to look right then left then right again before crossing the street. But here in the cars and buses seem to come from every direction. So now I look left right left then up and down and repeat at least twice, I have to be ready for anything.
I’ve made a couple of friends so far. I have six flatmates three of us are American, and then we have representation from Canada, Taiwan, and Norway by way of Pakistan. Everybody is cool… so far. We share a kitchen and a mailbox. I know many of you are curious about my living situation. Well, I have the smallest room in the flat. I would describe my room as a medium size closet. I can sit on my bed, at my desk, and reach in my wardrobe all at the same time.
I do have an en suite bathroom, if you choose to call it a bathroom. Water closet is a more appropriate term. It is about a foot wider than your average porter potty, and that foot is the space provided for the shower. When we moved in they informed us to keep the door closed when we exit and enter the shower because the steam from the small room can set off the smoke detectors. I took having a bathtub for granted all these years.
You guys might think I’m exaggerating, but there are no lies in these paragraphs. There might be some slight embellishments here and there but it’s my opinion, read at your own risk. Consider this your warning.
So in lighter and more reckless news some of my sorority sisters and friends were asking about the gentlemen in my area. As far as the young men go the chickens are NOT clucking around here! I will keep my eyes open for you all, but lets just say I won’t have a hard time focusing on my work since there are no distractions.
This week a few dedicated readers that often comment will be getting gifts in the mail! Leave a comment maybe you’ll get a present too. Until we meet again …