Workshop Babble

I'm new to this blogging thing and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be writing about. So, here goes another entry: You know, I feel it's always a bit of a crapshoot when it comes to a workshop environment. I think it all boils down to chemistry whether or not it's going to be (a) a productive class, and (b) it will not feel like an eternity. Last Thursday, I really found myself enjoying all of the stories and poems that my classmates shared. Even though I was riding the Caffiene Bus, I wasn't anxious to bolt out the door. There was a great variety of styles and the skill level was up there. Let's face it -- most people take night classes because they have to. Jobs, family, and sometimes more classes fill their daytime hours. Maturity and mutual respect I find in greater abundance in night classes, too. I like that our class seems to be lacking in the deluded-psuedo-artist department -- yes, you know the type. Try too hard to be obscure and figure they'll fool everyone into mistaking their nonsense work for genius? Obvious attempts to be "quirky"? Speak with an affected tone? Anyway, I think our class has that special chemistry which will make a productive semester fly by. Do I sound like a kiss-ass? I hope not. I'm just babbling about the first topic that came to mind: my feelings regarding where I spend my Thursday nights.