…I would say ’nuff said, but that would imply that you clicked on the links.
Interlochen Arts Academy High School. A boarding high school. That focuses on art, music, acting, dancing, and, yes, writing.
Interlochen Summer Arts Camp. A three-week long camp that focuses on the same things.
I don’t know about you, but I kind of want in. If you don’t, you are insane, or you do not understand. Let me put it this way, if you could live or spend near a month in writing heaven/paradise/utopia, would you. Of-freaking-course you would. And so would I.
Unfortunately, writing paradise has a cost. And I mean that literally. It costs… a lot of money. Four digits for the camp. Five for the boarding high school. (Yes, I have done my research. I’ve probably spent days overall on that website daydreaming.) Three digits of money is about all I can really comprehend, but I know that this is a lot.
Don’t get me wrong, I can talk to my parents about things. But when those things involve asking for large quantities of money so I can leave them for a year to writeandwriteandwrite, I might have a problem.
I actually literally just (like, two seconds ago) spoke to my mom about it because I had requested information and got it via mail. Yeah… it didn’t involve asking on either sides.
Here is a partial transcript:
MOM: *enters room* So, what did you get in the mail?
ME: Oh, it’s just this writing thing.
MOM: What kind of writing thing?
ME: It’s this thing for this arts boarding high school, but I don’t want to go. Well, actually I do want to go, but… Anyway, I just thought that it was cool, so I requested information.
MOM: Okay. *leaves room*
My heart is beating a hole in my chest, and I kind of feel like crying. Actually, I’ve felt like crying all day, so don’t read too much into that. I’m going to go before I confuse you further.
X’s and O’s,
P.S. You know, maybe I could talk to my parents about the summer camp? Maybe? No? Okay.