Okay, kids. I started my night class yesterday. UCLA! A REAL university. I was so worried that I wouldn’t get there on time, with traffic…I was afraid that I wouldn’t find parking…And I don’t know what else.
This is a creative non-fiction class. I have NEVER taken a creative writing class. I was so excited all yesterday. I was like that stupid “I lowered my cholesterol commercial.”
After my knows-everything-about-LA co-worker Eydie gave me some tips on how to get there from here (take surface streets), I made it. I asked a nice college looking kid…I must be getting old when COLLEGE kids start to look very young…where i could park. I descended into the belly of parking garage. Everyone was nice.
Everyone in LA is nice.
Then I walked up the steps onto the main quad, right below the Janess steps (for those of you who might know the campus).
I saw the grass and most of all the tall dressed-stone and brick buildings. It hit me bodily that I was a student here!
I started to cry, I was so happy.
I remember, Chris and I were talking a few weeks ago. He asked me what I would do if I won the lottery.
“Go back to school.” I said it without hesitation and surprised myself.
Just like I surprised myself at how strongly I reacted to being an on-campus student at UCLA.
Class was great. The teacher was funny and not snootish at all. I am a little nervous, not because I think I won’t be able to write anything. I’ve been having NO TROUBLE writing lately.
I’m just a little scared that I have to suffer criticism. I desperately want it, I want the feedback, that’s why I want this class. BUt I am afraid that I will be too sensitive.
I’ll have to make sure that I prepare myself beforehand.
I was so excited about the class afterwards, that I promptly got lost on the way home. I do that, when I get too deep inside myself. I should have been aware that I would do that, I know myself enough now.
At least I recognized it before I got too off track.
Anyway, there is more to come. I am sure all you readers will benefit from this class.