Adair Lara’s last class was everyone’s chance at 15 Minutes of Fame. Great concept, an even greater time. For ten weeks (post Labor Day / Burning Man through Thanksgiving), we spent three hours in her cozy, warm Victorian living room learning how to write well. While I’ve taken a lot of writing classes in my lifetime (hello, I’m an English major), I’ve never learned as much or worked harder at my writing than during these ten weeks.
Big Finale: The last class was three hours of celebratory fun with lots of wine, pizza, sushi, cheese, cookies, and more wine. Californians are such winos! But most importantly, all attention focused on one class member for exactly 15 minutes.
Barbara read her poetry and passed out copies of a calendar that she had illustrated.
Brian read his writing.
Rita handed out percussion instruments and taught us the various salsa beats.
Jessica showed us the textiles she had collected from her world travels.
Sunshine read her writing.
Melody distributed CDs with Beatles songs she’d burned, then played their songes on guitar while we sang along.
I was last up…with a PowerPoint presentation summarizing the key points we had learned from the class.
It was such a good, enjoyable evening. I can’t say enough great things about the class and my classmates.