My First Meeting

My head is teeming from this meeting. I don't know if I am creatively inspired and need to write a script right now, or my brain is completely fried from all the ideas people were spewing out in the span of 20minutes.

I leave early for everything. I went to the building where the club was going to be held, earlier today, but I couldn't find the floor. We have this big center at my school, where everything takes place. Eating, the bookstore, music, you name it it's there. We call it the HOUSE/COMMON...Though I have been there a million times, b/c it is the center of the universe here, I never knew there was a 3rd floor. So I'm walking around, up the stairs, around the corner and overplayed imaginable looking for a way to get to the "third" floor. It's like that book that I use to (and still love even though it is for fourth graders ) called Wayside High is falling down. Great Book. Anyway in the story there was a whole chapter devoted to a floor that didn't exist. That's how I felt.

So I decided to go back to my dorm, do some "homework" (lifetime had on a good movie today) and look for it around the time the meeting started. As I get to the Common, I once again look around. But this time I take the elevator and low and behold there is a third(and even fourth) floor button. This elevator was so small, I was getting claustrophobic, but it made it's way to the third floor. I get off and notice I have never seen this place before I am a little intrigued, I head in any which direction looking at the many numbers on the door, trying find 302. There was this jock type dude behind me, I instantly stereotype him and imagine that he is going to some football thing. Until I notice that we are both staring around, looking for the same room. After making individual attempts to find the room, we decide two heads (in this case) are better than one.

He seems really nice. We make small awkward chatter, find the meeting room, and then I go to the bathroom. I can do small talk for a minute but to avoid the awkward silence...Yes I'll admit I hid in the bathroom, taking deep breathes, b/c I now social interaction is about to take place. Did I mention that I took Speech class in the 9th grade. I am pretty shy, but I can do public speaking like it's brushing my teeth. The small intimate things freak me out. After feeling like a chicken for hiding in the bathroom instead of chatting it up with the new boy, I head into the meeting. Just him and I. He was real nice, he said that this was his first time being in the club and that he wants to be a writer and that he was thinking about going into radio. I don't remember what I said, but it must have made sense because we kept talking until the room started filling in.

SO this film club, is basically more of a place where you bounce ideas off of each other. After having to introduce ourselves and declare our interest in film (clearly mine being writing) we gathered in a circle and played,"someone throw an idea out and as a group we will come up with a story". I was sitting next to a pretty...How do I say...Enthused writer soon as they asked someone to throw out an idea, she nearly jumped out of her seat with this crazy concept. Classic mismatched pair who lead a life of crime...I think. It was so confusing. I sat and listened, which I'm good at doing, and just absorbed it.

I've never really garnered ideas off of any one else. I mean if I do write it's usually my own concept, and if I share it with someone(who usually ends up being my brother), I just get the feedback to revise. This was totally different. Crazy girl next to me was throwing absurd things, like she had already written the thing out, some dude in the corner was always analyzing every aspect of this weird plot, I remained quiet. Nodding frequently and laughing at jokes(hey it's a step). Who I was most surprised by was guess who...The jock dude. He's from South Boston, really straight to the point, but his ideas were good...I mean I ever did co-write something, I would use him to bounce idea's off of. I was a little smitten(yes I said smitten)with his plot concepts, he's a good old Boston Boy, though I must fault his love of the Red Sox. (I've from New York, you could get shot for something like that).

By the end of the whole thing my brain was buzzing. I absorb so much of how people think, and was glad that I hadn't thought of that weird concept. Though they seemed to like it. I'll try to put the concept in a few words or less. Tupperwear, Gypsy, Russia, Gangster, Heart Problem. Yes I was as confused as you probably are.

It was fun though. I liked it. I have to get use to bouncing idea's to people. But at least I have a club under my wing. There's a meeting every Sunday and I guess it's just a time to network our material. I don't really have any material, but Boston boy announced to the club that he was thinking of adapting a short story he had written and was possibly looking for a co-writer. We'll see what happens.