Last night I got an email from the woman who taught my writing class. She said she was having a class reunion at her apartment on Wednesday night, but since her apartment isn’t very large she can’t invite everyone, and the first x number of people to respond can come. After that she will send out another email saying there is no more room. I don’t know who else she sent this to because the email addresses are hidden. But in her words, “I am not inviting everyone who has taken the class — only those who already regularly attend the reunion group and a few members of the last class. I really don’t have room for everyone, as those who have been here know. This is for people who really want to keep writing about their life.”

I’m so surprised that she included me, and I am trying to figure out who she didn’t include from my class. She said she only invited a few members from the last class (which was my class). There were about ten of us in the class, and since I “dropped out” for two out of the six classes I would think she wouldn’t consider me a serious contender. I have no idea why I am on her list!

I thought I’d better take advantage of this, I don’t know why, but my intuition says I should go. So I RSVP’d quickly, offering to bring food (it’s easy to make friends when you bring food), and she said she would gladly accept food. There is also a writing assignment, which I wasn’t expecting, duh, for some reason I thought this was just a social event. She suggested these topics:

Breaking free (interpreted however you want)
A lesson learned
A person important in my life (conveying what they were like, focusing on one or two “telling details” and a story or two)
Gratitude. Thanks. Something appropriate for Thanksgiving.

Since I don’t have much time I am going to work on the race story I wrote here. It can loosely be defined as fitting into one or more of those themes, but she also said we can feel free to write about whatever we choose. I can’t do anything emotional, can’t go there again! I have to be a big girl from now on.

I have no idea what to expect. And being in her apartment, rather than in the writing center, can be interesting as well. Warmer? More vulnerable? Cozier? And with new people, and not all of the regulars. I wish I knew who she invited so that I can talk to them in advance of the reunion. I don’t know. It is this Wednesday – I’ll write about it and let you know how it goes.