I'm Megan, a senior at Susquehanna University. My hope is that this blog will cover my four years here, from the firsts to the lasts.

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In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that." - Mary Oliver
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Monday, November 25, 2013

Introducing a Visiting Writer

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and of course, college being fairly busy and fast-faced, a lot has happened in that time! One of the things that stands out most, though, is that I got to introduce a visiting writer.

Susquehanna’s writing department brings in a series of visiting writers each year, spanning across genres. These writers do Q & A sessions with students in the afternoon and then have a reading in the evening. At each reading, a selected creative writing student always introduces the author before they take the stage. I was surprised when I received an email from the head of the department asking me to introduce Alison Stine.

Alison Stine is a poet who has had two full-length collections and one chapbook published. For my Advanced Poetry course, we read her book Ohio Violence, which I enjoyed. Though I was honored that my poetry professor had thought to refer me for this task, I was also very nervous! I still don’t feel as if I’m very articulate when discussing poetry, and I felt like I had no idea what or how much to say. Thankfully, the introduction started to shape up when I began thinking about my personal connection with Stine. Stine, particularly with her first collection, explores some teenage female experience, and in interviews, had really embraced a young readership. I loved that. I, too, write about young female experiences. In my collection for Advanced Poetry right now, I sometimes examine figures of teenage pop culture (Nick Jonas, Corbin Bleu, etc.). Other poems are inspired by my experiences, as a teenager and as a young adult, of trying to measure up to standards of what a “good Christian girl” should be. These aren’t necessarily the topics poetry critics are always interested in—but Stine’s work reminds me that I don’t need to write for them and that these youthful experiences can be imbued with beautiful language and complexity. Finding this connection allowed me to tap into a passion that I think, judging by some of the comments I received after the reading, really came across in my introduction.

Because I was introducing Alison Stine, I was invited to go to a dinner before the reading with her and some of the Creative Writing faculty at BJ’s. This was a bit nerve-wracking for me because I’m not the most extroverted person. However, I think it went well. I also was able to bring a friend with me (who is much more extroverted than me fortunately), which made it more comfortable.

This scenario, along with this whole semester, has led me to reflect more on what it might be like to pursue poetry professionally. Though I’ve been growing more and more comfortable considering myself a “poet” as my time at Susquehanna goes on, I think this semester I have spent much more time imagining being a professional poet as a possibility. One day—possibly—I could be the person giving a reading and being introduced by a student. Over winter break, I plan on going through the poetry I’ve written for my Advanced and Intermediate poetry workshops and finding poems I think might be ready to be sent out to magazines. In the world of poetry, you usually need a number of poems published before you can pursue chapbook-length or book-length publication, so this is an important step. 

I have one poem that is forthcoming in an issue of a small journal called the Saint Katherine Review, which I look forward to seeing in print. Last year, my Intermediate Poetry professor recommended the journal as a place to submit one of my poems. The editor of the review is Scott Cairns. Just recently I picked up some of his poetry from the library, and I am loving it so far! He tackles religious and spiritual subject matter in a beautiful way. It’s exciting to know that someone whose work I admire has read my work--and it's particularly exciting to think about a future where there may be many more people who read my work (even if that poetry audience is quite smaller than fiction or nonfiction's).   

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Joy Castro Reading

I’ll admit that I don’t go to nearly as many readings as a Creative Writing major should, and usually the ones I go to are because a Creative Writing professor required—or strongly encouraged—me to do so. Maybe it’s because my tastes aren’t always so literary. Or maybe it’s because it’s harder for me to make sense of things when they’re read aloud. The latter is especially the case with poetry. Unless read slowly and sort of obviously, the lines of the poem become wispy and too much for me to hold and make sense out of—even when I think I’d be able to get the poems just fine if I read them on paper.

However, on Monday, as part of the Undergraduate Literature and Creative Writing Conference, I went to the Joy Casto reading without being required to do so, and I think it may have been one of my favorite readings I’ve been to so far as Susquehanna.

I had never read any of Joy Castro’s work before but I was very impressed. Castro is mostly a nonfiction writer. She read to us some standalone essays as well as excerpts from her memoir The Truth Book. She also read to us from her first novel, Hell or High Water, which is coming out in July.

Castro’s writing was lyric and evocative. It was often dark, but there was also humor laced through some of her work. Certain scenes and essays stick in my mind, including a scene of young Joy questioning religion and Truth Book, Joy and her mother peeling apples, an essay about her deceased friend whose life path had diverged from her own and an essay about aging and marriage. 

There's definitely an added impact to nonfiction when hearing it spoken by the person who has gone through it all. Though I am not much of a creative nonfiction writer, hearing Joy Castro read reminded me of the power and creativity behind the genre. 

Monday, February 20, 2012

Undergraduate Literature Conference--Year 2!

Usually I can sleep in until 9:30, hurriedly get dressed, and get myself to class right on time. Today, though, I was up early for the annual Undergraduate Literature and Creative Writing Conference. For the eighth year, the conference brings together undergraduate students, not only from Susquehanna but from other colleges as well, to present scholarly papers and creative works. It also features speakers.
My panel was at the crazy early time of 8:30 a.m.—the same time that I had to read last year!  I’ll admit that this year was much more convenient, though, since last year it snowed and I had a much farther and wetter trek to the campus center, Degenstein.
Despite this 8:30 a.m. time, my friend Sarah (she’s also my Big from Alpha Phi Omega) showed up to support me, which meant a lot. It’s always nice during these kinds of events to know there’s at least one person there to see you.
The other readers on my panels had interesting things to say though it’s a bit hard to focus when you’re getting nervous. Two of the readers shared scholarly papers, one on Faustus, the other on Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, and the other Susquehanna student read poetry.
I was sharing a part of my Scholar’s House project by reading an excerpt of my Christian Young adult novel Who Makes Things Grow. I think my voice was a bit shaky at first, but after a few pages, I got into the swing of things. Though I’m not in as far as I’d like to be in the novel, and though I certainly didn’t share a polished draft, I was pleased, overall, with the excerpt I shared. There was a lot of dialogue, but it was pretty representative of the tone of the writing. I also managed to get some amused smiles at certain lines; that’s always appreciated.
Afterwards, attendees had a chance to ask questions. I was asked about why I thought writing about religion was important for teenagers, which I was able to answer both with personal experience and some of the knowledge I attained from writing my sophomore essay (though, in hindsight, I can’t help but wish that I had more of that information ready to articulate). Someone else drew a connection between me and another presenter’s use of visual art in our writing. One of my main characters is a collage artist, and one of the dominant scenes in the excerpt featured him doing a collage of the cross. I talked a little bit about the role of art in establishing his character and conflict with his friends. Again, in afterthought, I have many things I’d like to add to that explanation. All in all, though, none of the questions caught me too off-guard, unlike last year when I was stumped by a question from a professor.
The panel ended early, and with some time to spare, Sarah and I grabbed breakfast—an act that’s tremendously rare in my world. I also got a cancelled class out of the conference since English professors spend their day there.
Soon I’ll probably attend the reading of visiting writer Joy Castro. I’m not familiar with her work, but a lot of my friends are going and it should be interesting.
All in all, I had a good experience with the conference today, and it's made me feel more prepared for the reading I'll eventually be doing for InterVarsity Christian Fellowship.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

At Schools Not So Far Away

Last night, I went with some members of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship to Bucknell University for a talk and a Q&A with David Lamb, author of God Behaving Badly: Is the God of the Old Testament Angry, Sexist and Racist? and Old Testament scholar. He addressed some of the problematic texts in the Old Testament and our popular conceptions of God, as portrayed in the Old Testament. Then the room was opened up to questions. This was particularly interesting since people came into the talk with vastly different opinions about the Bible.

According to Mapquest, Bucknell is about 13 miles away. Its proximity is what allowed for such a short-notice trip. Our InterVarsity chapter didn't plan on going until the night before.

A few weeks ago, for my Introduction to Poetry course, we met at Bucknell to attend a poetry reading by Mark Doty. The class broke up into different cars, got oursevles there, attended the reading, and got back to Susquehanna all within, approximately, the normal timespan for our class.

These two times, I've only seen Bucknell in the dark, but I'll be able to see it in the light later this month. Bucknell will be hosting InterVarsity's Dig-In, a weekend-long conference that brigns together students from different colleges in the area to study Scripture. Last year Susquehanna hosted, which was super convenient for us. This is also convenient for Susquehanna students because, at the end of the day, we'll be able to return to our dorms rather than stay overnight with Bucknell host students, which is what students who come from farther distances will be doing.

Penn State is much farther away than Bucknell but it is still a reasonable distance for special trips. This semester, I went with a gorup of friends to a concert at Penn State's Bryce Jordan center called Witner Jam.

Visiting these colleges inspires some reflection on Susquehanna. Penn State, for instance, feels like an entirely different world. It's enormous and bustling and overwhelming, and I can't really imagine going there. Bucknell also seemed to have a different atmosphere than SU.

I know that other students and student groups sometimes visit these schools for concerts, readings, etc. It's not something I usually take advantage of since I don't have a car; in fact, these are the only three instances wehre I've been to other schools while at Susquehanna. Still, though there's plenty to do at Susquehanna, it's nice that there's the option to drop in on other colleges when there's special events that interest you. The best part is that after said events, at least if at Bucknell or Penn State, it's not too long before you're back to being cozy in your room at Susquehanna.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Spring Semester

Today is the first day of the Spring Semester, and in some ways, it is surreal being back.  Winter Break was relaxing, but as I had feared, boring after a while.  Post-Christmas and especially Post-New Years, I was itching to return to Susquehanna.  I couldn't wait until I was back in Hassinger Hall again, with friends and fun available just a few doors down the hall.  Admittedly, I'm not as excited to start classes.  The feeling is more anxious than anything else, with a mix of surprise.  My thoughts are something along the lines of: What, I'm actually back, what, I have classes tomorrow, wait, what, now I have classes today, I have class in less than an hour and a half, what, when did this occur?!  All in all, I am glad to be back, but it's strange adjusting to a new routine, when I was so well-adjusted to my old one.  Speaking of adjusting, I also need to fix my sleep patterns--break was spent staying up and waking up late.  To my surprise, I handled waking up for work today fairly well. 

Whether I'm ready or not, the semester is here, and these are some of the things I'm hoping to accomplish the second half of the year:

1)  Keep up with my New Year's resolution.
2)  Write more often, and not just for my Intro to Nonfiction class.
3)  Read more often, and again, not just for class.
4)  Enlarge my social circle at Susquehanna.  Meet new people!  Make new friendships!
5)  Get involved in new activities, like Alpha Phi Omega, the service fraternity, or a reading board for a literary magazine.
6)  Procrastinate less.
7)  Study more.
8)  Cut down on my addition--fries!  

The last three seem especially difficult so we'll have to see how they go.  Hopefully not the way of my resolution at the beginning of the year to eat breakfast everyday (it's been such a rare event that one of the few times I had breakfast at Benny's, I felt compelled to take a picture with my cell phone).

Other things I'm looking forward to this semester are experiencing a schedule that was completely picked out by myself and having people visit me.  I live a bit over an hour away so two of my friends from high school will be visiting me next month.  My brother, who is twenty-five, will also be visiting me in February.  I can't wait to give them a peak at my life here at SU!