Some family members expressed concern about our welfare since we haven’t blogged in over a week. Don’t worry. We weren’t consumed in the fire (not even close) and our plane from our Labor Day trip landed safely. My creative muse took a vacation, but hopefully will be back soon. It kills me when I can’t think of anything to write, or worse when life is too poetic to be captured by my limited abilities. I wish I had the makings…
So, some of of my good friends and I may or may not be featured on a well-known, prestigious website.
There are so many time in life when those words from Alanis Morisette’s song come to my head. In some ways I think it might be the theme song to my life. Recently I entered my school’s annual creative writing contest for the fifth year in a row. I have never won anything in this contest and as an English major I feel that winning writing contests is proof that I actually know what I’m doing. This was the last…
The best part about being able to present in Vegas was that I got to bring Noel with me. Because the English department is so poor though, we shared a room with Jeff, his wife Sarah, and Ashley – which was actually a lot more fun than it sounds. Even though I’ve been to Vegas a couple of times I’ve never actually been to the strip . . . so while spending our three days in Vegas we ate at…
Some of you may remember that back in the Spring a couple of my collegeaus and I participated in a regional peer tutoring conference in Boise. While some of you may have thought that was dorky, the presentation earned me (and two of my colleagues) a trip to Vegas where we got to perform our monologues at a national conference. The monologues are loosely based off Eve Ensler’s Vagina Monologues, so basically we had the opportunity to publicly voice some…
A week ago, I went on a trip to Boise with Ashley C. and Ashley L. (two of my fellow Writing Center employees) where we put on a workshop presentation at the annual Rocky Mountain Peer Tutoring Conference. I know it sounds nerdy, but our little presentation drew quite a crowd. Our dramatic reading discussed the issues of being a receptionist and was modeled after Eve Ensler’s Vagina Monologues . . . ours was just a little less taboo.