it was...different. Than I expected. Very different. Comfortable. Relaxing yet still completey nerve-wrecking. And it was Starbucks filled. I did not see one person after the masterclass that didn't have Starbucks or that wasn't going to Starbucks or that hadn't gone to Starbucks. I went to Starbucks and took comfort in the warm caramel macchiato that I downed in about 5 seconds.
It was delish! lol. And, I keep saying this, but I met Lukas With A K and he was cute and nice and played guitar and wrote and went to a special arts school with 2 other people that were there and was German (he didn't have an accent, but he was still German) and wasn't obnoxious or anything like that. He seemed to be a great person. And I keep talking about him. God, I have problems.
And Walker is a guy. A guy with a very very very strong southern accent. I mean, a really strong southern accent.
In the interview it was really quick. I hope that's a good thing. The didn't give any indication either way. Looking back, there wasn't much silence. That's good, right? I think so. But we did get off subject of things relating to anything with our discussion of Sam's Corner and the mean guy that's probably dead that used to work there with the really bad teeth...that doesn't seem good. And my reason for wanting to go sounds stupid now that I think about it...the masterclass wasn't that unknown though. It doesn't affect me getting in as much... and I liked my sonnet. It was good, I think. But overall, I think it went well...or, at least, I hope it did.
And I went ice-skating and fell four times. It was great. Except for this really annoying kid in a blue shirt that ran into me a lot and when he wasn't running into me he was almost running into me or throwing around the walker things that little kids and bad skaters use or running into other people that weren't me.
I don't want to go back to school tomorrow and ruin this weekend's momentum. I want the letter telling me if I got in or not to come now. In my mailbox. I have a mailbox!! I've never had a mailbox. It's really weird. And I feel like checking the mail again even though I did two hours ago and, of course, there wouldn't be anything in it...whatever.
It's really quiet in here. I can here the faint sound of the super bowl and people laughing. but it's definitely more silent that loud. that's very unusual for my house. Unless no one's here...
Still awaiting news. It was only yesterday so, obviously, there wouldn't be any...
lovingly, apparently emo-ly, and excitedly yours,
♥Heather
Sunday, February 3, 2008
silence speaks louder than words
from the mind of Heather at 7:57 PM
Labels: governer's school, waiting, weekend
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Of COURSE there won't be any news. They don't tell you until April. APRIL! God. It seems so far, far, far away.
They got really off topic with me too- but I think they were just trying to get to know everyone, rather than just asking a bunch of WRITING questions. I don't know. I hope. :/. What did you say for your reason for going?
they get off topic with EVERYONE. i promise. we got off topic last time about music, piano, bands, stage, musicals, you name it. so, don't feel bad. WAS IT MAMIE???? or was it SINGLETON???? or someone of lesser importance or rememberance?
do you have to write sonnets? *cringe* i can do haikus. i can do haikus until the cows come home. but rhyming? rhyming...with a scheme? NO.
congradulations of possessing such a beautiful talent as writing sonnets,
emilea
Caroline: ok, for my reason for going, I had no idea what to say. I said something along the lines of "enjoy writing a lot and wanting to get better in order to enjoy doing it more and not to look at my work and be like 'I suck' and stop writing and be in the state I am now where I'm barely picking up a pen. I want to be inspired."
It was in fewer words, of course and not one hundred percent that, but close enough.
And Emilea: yes we wrote sonnets but they DON'T HAVE TO RHYME! I didn't tell caroline this before she went in and didn't think about it at all and she was freaking out so I'm telling you. They don't have to rhyme. No schemes, no nothing. Just an octave and a sestet. That's it.
and mamie led the masterclass and I loved her. She was hilarious and nice. she was great.
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