DAY 9
February 10
Prompt: "Never Forget."
(Translation: Beatnik Belle is too tired to write a proper post today.)
But really. At Interlochen, it's not about the big things (as in, holidays, graduation, MORP, etc.) It's the little things that make Interlochen Interlochen. Proof:
During a Physics class, Mr. Nadji announces that we are allowed to see our grades. I eagerly go to look at mine, and discover that it has dropped from a B- to a C+. I freak out--naturally--and quote Heathers, making a statement that I am sure Mr. Nadji has ever heard before (and I'm probably lucky he didn't hear this time): "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" Morgan hears this and bursts out laughing. Can you guess what our acronym of choice is for the rest of the year? If you guessed FMGWAC, you'd be right!
Singing "Baby" dressed like Justin Bieber at the VAMPA Coffeehouse with my roommate (who was dressed as Ludacris), in front of a good-sized crowd = terrifying. But the response from that decent-sized crowd = freaking exhilarating. Even better? Hearing Isaac assure me after the performance that we were unforgettable.
Ben Busch, the epic photographer/actor/director/former Marine, visits Interlochen for a second time just to talk to my War Writing class. He delights us with his amusing anecdotes and gives us amazing advice, then watches me rush off to Physics. After my class I come to the writing house and find that he is still there. I go up to him and tell him how much his words of inspiration--"You are not wrong"--helped me through the previous year. To my utter shock, he actually remembers me, and sends me off with an encouraging smile and a pat on the arm. I am in the seventh heaven for the rest of the day.
On the weekends, at brunch, it was just INSANE at Stone. But on weekday mornings, everyone who had first hour off was usually asleep, so it would just be me and Isaac...and a handful of theatre majors off in the corner on occasion...so we'd end up having the weirdest conversations known to mankind, because nine times out of ten I was either half-asleep and barely cognizant or freaking out about something (usually ballet or physics), and that made for some good times. Bad food, yes, but usually good times.
Remember what I said about rain in that post about tornado warnings? There really is nothing like watching the rain hit the water, and seeing the tiny little waves lapping at the sand, and rolling around in the bright-green grass and getting absolutely soaked, and hearing the sound of the rain...I would literally do this for hours. I would take my coat off and just let myself get soaked. I would walk in the rain, dance in the rain, scooter in the rain...that last one probably was not the wisest thing to do, but damn, it was fun.
During MORP, Morgan sits on my lap at the bowling/pool/pizza afterparty. "Love Story" by Taylor Swift begins to play on the radio, and during the bridge, I "propose" to her by singing along. Laughing, she accepts, and we immediately proceed to take a round of pictures while Isaac gets a strike, making the rest of us look worse at bowling than we actually are.
At my first-ever MPA screening, my one-minute short, What Teachers Don't See, is playing on the big screen. As my film begins, I see my film teacher look around the room to make sure I'm there. He sees me, looks at the film, and sees Harry playing him in the movie--and doing a bloody good job of it, I might add. Everyone laughs hysterically at my movie, which involves a group of students literally having a party every time the teacher turns around to write on the board. I have never been so proud of myself in my life.
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