9/24
The other day our whole class went to the homeless art workshop and I have to say, it was pretty interesting. When we first arrived everyone kept mentioning how awkward it was, so then it started to feel kind of awkward, but luckily we all split up into manageable, unawkward groups. Our group sat with Steve and Colleen, who were both very pleasant people. Steve told me all about ice fishing in Maine and how to avoid hangovers, though he did warn me not to become an alcoholic. Colleen talked a lot about growing up in San Diego and then moving to Idaho with her family. She was a little more reserved than Steve but seemed generally interested in what we were doing, at least. Towards the end of the meeting, Steve showed us a story he was working on, about four notebook pages full of his handwriting. I didn’t really read too much of it, but he seemed to have big plans for it; I thought that was pretty ambitious of him. I guess I would say that our meeting there really changed my outlook on the idea of interacting with homeless people, or at least understanding exactly how normal these peoples lives used to be.
