ASKDFJLAKSDJFA! The .RTFs I had of the stuff from Reggie's class are fucking all corrupted somehow. I think from being saved via AppleWorks, but can't tell. So I just lost ALL my edits for three of the pieces until I can get home and find that folder.
The irony is that I saved them in .RTF so they'd be easier to open.
GNAR!
(This whole submission process is reminding me how much I miss Grub Street. I miss just crashing on one of the red couches, helping Whitney and Sonya with paperwork and filing, awkward encounters with Personal Essay in the kitchen, setup for events, talking about Battlestar Galactica with Chris and Shari, lugging Whole Foods bags full of envelopes down the the post office, everyone from 10 Weeks, 10 Stories, Reggie yelling "...Because?" at YAWP students, the stuck-up poetry girl who showed up at readings and left, impromptu furniture moving - hell, I miss Julio the Pool Boy. I miss never feeling awkward or out of place, being known and welcomed and comfortable).
ETA:
Holy shit that is an incredible henna design. I would pay princely sums of money to have it done on me.
And speaking of henna, I will be willing/able to draw on people after potluck. How many/how much contingent on how many tubes I can scrape up from classmates. Or if, miracle of miracles, my package comes.