Wonderology – OYAN SW 2014

I think everyone else has posted about this already, but it took me a little longer to organize my thoughts. So here goes.

Last Saturday, I got home from the week of OYAN epicness that is the Summer Workshop. For those of you who don’t know, OYAN is a writing curriculum and the Summer Workshop is the week long conference where writers gather from all over to listen to speakers and hang out with people they know from the online forum. It is truly an amazing experience. This was my fourth year going.

The OYAN SW is a place where you can talk about your characters, novels, life, movies, tv shows, books, etc. and have people understand exactly what you mean. That is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

This year’s theme was Wonderology.

This year was truly wonderful. It was the first year I went by myself and the first year I led a critique group. I felt scared about several things; plane troubles, leading a critique group, and old friends not being there. Plane troubles happened. Boy, did they happen, but I got there. A friend that I’d never met before met me at the shuttle(after I was 4 1/2 hours later than I thought) while everyone else was in the welcome meeting and I can’t tell you how much that meant.
The rest of Monday night just got better. I met old friends and new friends. That night was amazing and I won’t forget it. (I can’t give away the details though. 😉 )

Tuesday started the speaker sessions and this year they had optional sessions for the 18+ students. I found that to be so helpful. After lunch I met my critique group, the Nyragongo Crater, A.K.A. the Exploding Dog Food Bowl, and the Cotton Candy Candy Cane Volcano. At first, I didn’t think I would be a good leader. After all, I’ve only finished two novels, entered the OYAN contest once, and I haven’t critiqued as many things as I would have liked to. I also had several people who it was their first SW and I wanted to make an awesome critique group impression for them like my past leaders had done for me. I’m pretty sure we were all nervou because we were really quiet until one of the excerpts involved unicorns.
Oh and I can’t forget that Tuesday was Frozen and Supernatural day. So I was Elsa in the morning joining a flashmob singing Let it Go, and then part of a SPN photoshoot later on in the day when I became a hunter.

Wednesday was pretty cool. The speakers were all amazing(as they always are). Critique group got a little louder and a little more intrigued with the stories. And on top of all the wonderful things it was Divergent day. I dressed up as Dauntless and we did a photoshoot. Then after the evening session, we played a game of Dauntless capture the flag in the dark.

Thursday dawned Welcome to Night Vale and Doctor Who day. It was also Lord of the Rings, but I didn’t have a costume for that. That morning Mrs. S called everyone in costume on stage. Since WTNV had switched days last minute, it was just me and another friend. At first she didn’t come on stage and so I called her over the microphone and pulled her up on the stage with me. There we stood amongst all of the DW and LotR people. After I changed into being the TARDIS, I crashed a Tenth Doctor/Eleventh Doctor sass off about which one of them broke the TARDIS. It was beautiful.
In critique group, we all suffered through the black moment chapters. We also learned that one of our members was going to kill off a very cute little boy that we all loved in her story later on. And we got to hear more about the unicorns. Our critique group picture consisted of being spies and hunting unicorns which I’m going to Photoshop in. :3
There was also Open Mic Night, kind of like a talent show. I have to say, my favorite part was when one of my critiquers played and sung ‘I See Fire’ by Ed Sheeran from The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug. I like his version better than the original.
During evening free time I spent the night with one of my friends, plotting out a character lounge and how we would turn it into a novel co-written by the two of us.
After she had to go back to her dorm, I sat with some of the girls on my floor to watch this ridiculously hilarious movie. I think it was worse than any movie ever in existence, but that’s what made it funny. I think our laughter woke everyone up.

Which brings me to Friday, the last day. Usually, the last day is depressing because you know people are leaving within the next 24 hours. I donned my Tim Burton Cheshire Cat costume and went around with my friend who dressed as the Mad Hatter. I gotta say, I think we had the best costumes that day. 
Critique groups brought out the Showdown. The big battle between the hero we had come to know and love and the villain. Which I think all but two of the excerpts included death(One of the deaths being a character I really liked that happened to have the same name as a character of mine). By this time, I wasn’t nervous about leading a critique group at all. It was so much fun and everyone in the group was wonderful and had amazing stories. When it ended, needless to say, I felt really sad. We finished early and just sat around talking about our stories and anything else that came to mind.
That night after sessions, a couple friends and I went to the gym and played ninja. Once we got out, we decided to race. from one wall to the other. In our socks. A sock sliding race. And her sister got it on film.
Once we went back to the dorm, we played mafia. Several rounds of themed mafia, actually. We played as our characters(my friend’s getting jealous that her sister’s character was flirting with my character who was his girlfriend), BBC characters(very confusin when you have Sherlock, the Doctor, Arthur, Merlin, companions, and John in the same room together with Captain Jack Harkness as the moderator), and DW characters(Captain Jack Harness for the win).

And last but not least… Saturday morning. The dreaded morning that signifies the wonderful week coming to an end and going back home. The morning was filled with hugs, goodbyes, and hurried words as people packed and brought out luggage. Last minute hugs and conversations took place as my alarm to go to my shuttle went off. I hadn’t really lost it yet. I try not to loose it while I’m still there, but once the shuttle pulled away from the curb, the tears came. Of course they came. They come every year.

I was going home, but leaving my home away from home with my OYAN family. I think of everyone there as my family. The crazy, fun-loving, extended family who completely understands you. The wonderful people of OYAN.

Until next year my friends. I’m already counting down the days. 



My ramblings on turning 18

So I just realized something over the past week and I needed to tell someone. Y’all seemed like a good audience. So here goes. (Didn’t proofread so sorry about the mistakes. :p)


18. Such a wonderful number. The age where you become an adult in everyone else’s eyes(supposedly). You can vote. You’re not a minor anymore. You get more freedom.

But sometimes things aren’t always what they seem. Being 18 is the hardest thing so far and I haven’t even been 18 for a month.

Once you turn this magical age everyone starts asking you questions, almost like an interrogation. Where are you going to college? What are you majoring in? What are you going to do with your life? Are you moving off? Are you staying here? When do you officially graduate? When are you going to get a boyfriend(or girlfriend)?

You are constantly being asked these questions over and over and your response just become automatic. Oh I’m going here, moving in in this month, majoring in this with a minor in that, and after that getting a job here.

Of course things don’t always work out that way do they? Test scores aren’t good enough, you don’t qualify for scholarships, or someone comes into or leaves your life.

Not everyone treats you like an adult, especially if you look younger. It’s going to happen. People will think ‘Oh it’s that 18-year old that thinks they know everything in the world’. At which point they’ll either tell you nothing or tell you everything they know about everything to make sure they know more than you.

One week ago I had my last 4-H meeting. A friend of mine and I realized it very well might have been the last time we see each other in person. He’s going off to college or joining the reserves and I’m staying in my hometown. This guy that I’ve known for nine years suddenly won’t be around anymore. I won’t get to see him at the monthly meeting, or the project meetings, or see him show at the fair, or stand next to him waiting to find out our team’s score at a competition. I won’t be on the rocket team with three guys that I’ve come to know so well over the years. I won’t be going to shooting practice every Saturday morning in between rocket launches with them and my other friends that shoot. None of us are going to do that next year and half of us might not even be here.

My best friend already graduated. She graduated a year early and already it’s been hard finding time to do stuff together. Thankfully, she decided to stick around and get her two year degree locally, but what happens when she’s done after next year? Not to mention when I want to go apply for a job on a ship that sails between North America and Europe. What happens then?

18 is really the age when you figure all of this out. You hope and pray that you’ll stay in contact with your friends that you’ve known for almost ten years, but will it really happen?

I do have some long distance friends. One that I’ve known for about five years. We’ve stayed friends over the years through email and social networking. That’s pretty cool. But I can’t help but wonder if that what my current friends will become when they move off? Internet pen pals? It’s cool when you don’t live by each other. But when you’ve lived by someone and seen them so often that you can hear their tone of voice and see their facial expressions in their texts… You’ll start to lose their voice after a while. And what happens when you lose it forever and they just become memories and friends on social networks you never talk to?

I guess my point is don’t take those friendships for granted. Spend as much time with them, having fun, just talking, just doing something with them as much you can. Even if it’s having a conversation of quotes from songs or movies or arguing over which movie character is yours or maybe arguing over which soda is better. Just spend time with them and have fun. Squeeze as much time as possible into your schedule for you to hang out. ‘Cause all too soon it might be the last time you’ll see them.