Brief thoughts
I met my focus-classmate, Leigh, while scoping some lobby internet earlier in the day yesterday. (I don't get WiFi in my room unless i stand on my footboard in Warrior Pose with a metal coathanger in each hand; reception is just in the lounge, which is fine because it means i'll be able to write without distraction.) There are two of us in each incoming class who are creative-nonfiction focus--she writes long-form memoir and is from Bozeman, Montana. She's married with two kids, just finished two BAs, and wants to write for a living after getting her MFA. She has a really great water bottle with an integrated filter cartridge, so she can fill it from the tap and drink without fear of the trots. Jealous! I am so getting one if i come back here next year.
Leigh also has a room decorated with beautiful handmade dolls, both actual little dolls on shelves and on tiny chairs bolted to the walls, and a big mural of dolls sitting around doing happy doll things. Her room is bright orange and yellow and red, while mine is plain cream and washed-out peach and green and dark-stained wood. Hers is more charming, mine more austere, but i think i'll have an easier time writing in mine. It's more secluded and quiet off on my side of the courtyard. Her (bright YELLOW) bathroom is a foot longer than mine, too, which really only means that it would be a bit more difficult for her to barf in the sink without leaving the commode, so what with the whole looming fear of Montezuma's Revenge, perhaps i secretly have the better bathroom.
It's exciting to discover that, in Mexico, i am tall! (I'm 5'5" on a good day, unless some sort of augmentative footwear is involved.) One of my classmates wife, Susan, is 6' tall, and Mexican ladies stop her on the street to ask if they can have their photo taken with her. They come up to just above her waist on average.
Today: exploring the town and an Opening Party. Happy 4th!
Leigh also has a room decorated with beautiful handmade dolls, both actual little dolls on shelves and on tiny chairs bolted to the walls, and a big mural of dolls sitting around doing happy doll things. Her room is bright orange and yellow and red, while mine is plain cream and washed-out peach and green and dark-stained wood. Hers is more charming, mine more austere, but i think i'll have an easier time writing in mine. It's more secluded and quiet off on my side of the courtyard. Her (bright YELLOW) bathroom is a foot longer than mine, too, which really only means that it would be a bit more difficult for her to barf in the sink without leaving the commode, so what with the whole looming fear of Montezuma's Revenge, perhaps i secretly have the better bathroom.
It's exciting to discover that, in Mexico, i am tall! (I'm 5'5" on a good day, unless some sort of augmentative footwear is involved.) One of my classmates wife, Susan, is 6' tall, and Mexican ladies stop her on the street to ask if they can have their photo taken with her. They come up to just above her waist on average.
Today: exploring the town and an Opening Party. Happy 4th!
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