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On the first evening of orientation, before the residency fully started, we got this littl spiel from the chairs and core faculty about expectations and whatnot. You know, an orientation. They talked about the emotional stress of the experience and how it's not uncommon for a student to find themselves crying uncontrollably in the midst of the experience. I remember thinking sympathetically about people doing that, but had sort of a "yeah right" attitude about it.
I have not yet found myself crying uncontrollably. But the idea sounds good to me right now.
( writing and sexual energy but mostly about writing )
Even after writing all this, I still feel on the verge of emotional overdose, in that my preferred activity would be to curl up in bed and not talk to anyone. Instead I'm hiding in a computer lab until one last required class in an hour. Maybe I should take a walk. And think about the story I heard of a student last semester who tore up the restroom after they didn't get the mentor they wanted. I'm quite frightened by people who have anger management problems, yet I'm fascinated by the actual tantrums themselves.
I forgot to write about the seminar from yesterday, but I'm not even sure how. Basically it was about conscsiousness and moving through time and space and our conscious abilities and how that comes out in writing and point of view and storytelling. And it sounds really boring when put this way, but really, I feel like I have an epiphany or two. Good thing I took notes to help me remember.
I have not yet found myself crying uncontrollably. But the idea sounds good to me right now.
( writing and sexual energy but mostly about writing )
Even after writing all this, I still feel on the verge of emotional overdose, in that my preferred activity would be to curl up in bed and not talk to anyone. Instead I'm hiding in a computer lab until one last required class in an hour. Maybe I should take a walk. And think about the story I heard of a student last semester who tore up the restroom after they didn't get the mentor they wanted. I'm quite frightened by people who have anger management problems, yet I'm fascinated by the actual tantrums themselves.
I forgot to write about the seminar from yesterday, but I'm not even sure how. Basically it was about conscsiousness and moving through time and space and our conscious abilities and how that comes out in writing and point of view and storytelling. And it sounds really boring when put this way, but really, I feel like I have an epiphany or two. Good thing I took notes to help me remember.
