How did this month slip up on me? I think I must have succeeded in sleeping my way through March, because now that it's gone it only stains my memory with one giant blur, punctuated by scenes from Spring Break.
April brings all sorts of new horrors: registering for fall classes I hope I'm not here to really take; beginning the what seems like 10,000 procedures needed for Max to be able to move to Europe with me; sorting through my many boxes of things at my parents houses to consolidate and organize my storage for when I'm gone; telling my mother another million times that no, I don't know when I'm going back to Germany to visit, only that it's in May, and no, I have no idea when the wedding will be; and probably the most terrifying of all, the monthy Open Mic Night at the Hardback Cafe in Richmond's Hastings.
My Creative Writing Professor sponsers the Open Mic Night on the first Thursday of each month, and offers extra credit to students willing to come and participate. (Note the words: AND PARTICIPATE.) I attended last month and was completely blown away by the performances. Some of the readers were incredible. I did not budge from my chair.
Guess what today is?
Today is the first Thursday of April. I have to go and read something tonight. I am petrified. Sharing writing with people I cannot see is one thing, but reading it to an audience is another entirely. Stage fright and me are like peanut butter and banana sandwiches; I don't like either pairing at all, but it seems to be way of the world. Wish me luck and courage, please. If any of you are in the Richmond-ish area and would like to come witness what will probably be my humiliation, the event starts at 7pm. I'll be the deathly pale, and probably shaking, girl in the corner.