By Alexander Strum on March 27, 2009 9:48 AM
Spring in Boston is like an old lawnmower. It takes a few rips of the cord to really get it started (how's that simile for a creative writing student?). It'll get up in to the 50s here for a couple days, and you think "Oh sweet, let me get out the sandals," and then it's back down to 30 again randomly. The problem for me is once I get the sandals out, I don't want to put them back, so I end up walking around in the freezing slush of Boston in March basically barefoot. I probably wouldn't even notice or be annoyed as much if every one i walked past didn't make it a point to say "Oh my goodness, sandals, whatever are you thinking?" Attention: My use of sandals should not have a profound effect on your day. Beach weather, people. Beach weather.
School is going well here, but with one month left in the semester already, the work is starting to get backed up. Correction: I've allowed the work to get backed up and now time is running out to do it. For those interested in the teaching freshman writing aspect of Emerson, be prepared for the top level of instruction from the very chill and wise John Trimbur, but also be prepared for about a dozen assignments at once. The reading is intense and there is generally two separate projects due each week. I've got most of the work done in my other class (a fiction workshop with Maria Flook), but I still need to complete a presentation on "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" by JD Salinger (TOTALLY my favorite story ever, pretty much) and write one last story which I won't spoil for you, but it involves feeding ketamine to a 4' tall emperor penguin. I'm considering submitting it to Highlights magazine for publication.
If you want an advance copy, feel free to find me at tomorrow's Open House for accepted and prospective future Emerson graduate students. The creative writing program registration doesn't get started until noon, so its perfect for us literary types who like to stay in bed a bit longer. I tried to lobby the powers that be to let me do a reading of my work as part of the presentation, but for some reason they questioned my literary merit. Regardless, it should be a good opportunity for all to learn about the program and meet some of the faculty and current students. If you read this and see me tomorrow, greet me with a high five and ill see about getting you some sort of prize for being so attentive to all things Emerson.
Seacrest, Out.
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