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Abdel 

9.25.2013

Into the Lion’s Den

The first time I walked into Shelly Atkins’ graduate writing workshop ten minutes late, I knew there was going to be trouble. Before the semester started, the students who took her class before had scared us. She was intense, harsh, demanding, and brilliant, they said. Not only was she an acclaimed novelist and scholar, she also had a part-time law practice where she took on animal rights cases. In the words of my students, “she did too much.”

So, it really wasn’t a good look when I showed up late. I opened the door and everyone was gathered around a long table, with Shelly at the end. The conversation paused and she looked up. She had on a black leather jacket and a mane of frizzy blonde hair with a huge black burette. The hair made Shelly look like a lion. She flashed me a tight smile and I tried to find a seat as quietly as I could.

My classmates had taken strategic positions in the chairs away from Shelly. I took one of the empty seats near her. The heavy chair groaned across the floor as I sat. The seat was hard and cold. My roommate Dennis grinned, enjoying my agony.

“Are you Abdel?” she said.

“Yes, that’s me. I’m sorry for being late.”

“We were just discussing the syllabus,” she said. She laid the syllabus down with a smack and slid it across the table. I glanced at it and tried not to show surprise at its thickness. This was going to be the most challenging class I ever took.

Besides having to read my classmates work, we also had to read complex critical theory, and challenging fiction. All of us taught undergraduate creative writing classes as well. On top of that there was the work that was most important: writing our own stories.