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Residency day 1

So today (and yesterday) turned out to be quite the odyssey. The original plan was to take a The view from my plane as we waited a couple hours before departure 7.25p flight from Midway to Tampa, arriving at 10.50p. After a lot of delay, the flight was canceled. At 2a. I was able to get a seat on an early flight to Orlando (which was then delayed for two hours after boarding) and rent a car from there to get to Tampa (stopping at TPA to pick up my luggage), but ended up getting only four hours of sleep: two on the floor of the airport and two on the plane.

Apparently my late arrival was to make up for showing up on time for the first event last residency. I arrived just in time for the seminar on the thesis. Not a whole lot of new information provided.  The abstract frightens me. Writing a statement of artistic intent will be a challenge given that I’m not entirely sure what my artistic intent was in writing this novel, beyond telling an interesting story, and telling it well.

The evening’s readings were poets Mary Biddinger and Erika Meittner. Their work reminded me of what I remember of our directory Steve Kistulentz’s poetry.

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Residency day 6

The seminar slots today were the conclusion of Heather Sellers’s three-part pedagogy workshop dealing this time with syllabus planning and interviewing for academic jobs. There were a number of good ideas offered up. Overall I found Heather’s seminars far more helpful than her books.

Also on the docket today was the “wildcard workshop.” The idea behind this is to give students a chance to interact with a faculty member on a sort of trial run for a future tutorial. I went with Brock Clarke even though he only teaches in the fall and thus I wouldn’t have the opportunity to work with him since I only have one more term after the upcoming term. It was more a chance to get some face time with the best known of the faculty (purely mercenary on my part). As it turns out the entirety of the attendees at the wildcard workshop were third and fourth-term students so none of us was going to be a future mentee of Brock’s.

The evening reading consisted of Don Morill reading some of his poetry and an excerpt from a memoir that will never be published, Steve Kistulentz reading from his poetry (which really blew me away and made me likely to go ahead and buy one of his books) and Heather Sellers who broke the poetry streak by skipping her own poetry and instead reading a couple excerpts from her memoir about face blindness.

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