Take a quick peek in at an AmLit meeting and you might be shocked to learn how many artists and art appreciators are working quietly in the shadow of AU’s future politicians and humanitarians. These are the kids that make references to Sylvia Plath in your gender and politics class and crack satiric jokes.
I’m waiting in line to be processed. The boss woman’s been checking us off one by one, writing out our real names in her excel spreadsheets, giving us nifty nickname tags to make sure we don’t accidentally figure out who belongs to whom. Our parents dropped us off earlier, but we’re not supposed to know each other’s names. We’re anonymous here. Like art camp where everyone gets a code name, only we’re not the campers – we’re the art.