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« on: July 26, 2015, 01:00:37 PM »
I miss calligracamp already. I can't for Portland. Partly because it's IAMPETH and partly because it's PORTLAND!
This is one of my favorite weeks of the whole year and I'm especially grateful for it this year. Pretend you've soaked up sun on Miami Beach your entire life (with SPF on of course, because melanoma is for the birds) and you've suddenly found yourself in Ireland. That's what living on a resort island is like. You guys are my sunlight and I tried to soak up as much as I could in such a short time.
I had so much catching up to do with old friends, so many new faces to meet and dance stupidly in front of and it was such a whirlwind. It was a struggle to connect and re-connect with everyone - I typically didn't know what class I was in until the morning of! (but I have to say, I loved them all). - I'm pretty sure there's people I never even got to see! I want to go back in time, slow everything down and spend quality time with each and every one of you. I have so many new places and faces to visit throughout the year now!
And also eat more Swedish Fish. If you saw Melissa or I at any point in the week, we were probably carting around a giant 5 lb bag of the fish getting our lifetime supply of Red Dye #40 in between the pen strokes. A good friend of mine who lives in Nashville came and played piano and guitar one night. And we made up a song about hot tubs. I can't sing but I can write a song like nobodies' business.
My highlights on an official level were that all my classes built upon each other. The teachers were wonderful and it was great to have a class on Tuesday that directly fed into Thursday's class. The organization is at a tipping point this year with the exponential growth and I think that while no one is envying Alesia Zorn's job right now, I think she has a strong vision and desire to get this ship to sail and not sink. IAMPETH has hit puberty y'all and it's gonna be just as rough as your own. Acne, growing pains and a hell of a lot of hormones it has to work through. It has to figure out exactly who it is and who it wants to be. But don't worry, because like most teenagers, IAMPETH knows how to throw down at a party. Late nights, letter lovers and laughs. Except instead of running behind the bleachers to make out, we dashed off to our rooms to bring down more art supplies and refill our plastic wine cups. We're the craziest group of sane people.
I've realized I just need to get my life together and start a blog.