Well, school officially ended yesterday with graduation. *sniff sniff* I did pretty well and only teared up a few times. I am so proud of my darlings. For the most part, they worked very hard all year and have great plans for their futures. I had one who didn't want to let go, but really it was no surprise. That one particular student has been needy and clingy for a while now, and it has only gotten progressively worse as the end drew near. He will be fine with a busy summer and leaving for college in the fall. I really will miss many of them.
Today, I sign in and complete my registration for Tinker Mountain Writer's Workshop. I am excited. I am also nervous. I've never felt like I belong when I've been at writer's workshops. I always get bogged down in a worrisome funk that I'm not good enough, that my writing isn't good enough, that my knowledge isn't extensive enough. I'm self conscious and think I'm going to make a fool of myself. I actually get so wrapped up in all of those emotions that I don't think I get as much out of the whole experience as I could.
I am determined that this will not happen this year. I seriously doubt that I will get my emotions under control enough to fully enjoy Tinker Mountain since this is my first year going there. I won't be familiar with the procedures, the place, anything. I'm not going to be hard on myself about being worried about that. However, I am determined to take in the full Hindman experience when I attend the Appalachian Writer's Workshop in August. I am definitely not going to get the Tuesday night funk which always strikes with a large dose of self loathing.
I'm sure I'll be posting some this week as the workshop progresses. I'm all a-flutter just thinking about this afternoon!
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