When I give thought to my festival, I felt warm. I felt engrossed. I felt encompassed by the festival. I felt overwhelmingly angry, majority of the time. I like to perceive myself as an individual who isn't angry all the time. Why was I so worked up? The energy, the atmosphere was so encouraging. Incubating positivity, consciousness and entrancing discussion. It seemed that I was a magnet for circumstances which built an overwhelming barrier between myself and the festival. 1. "SORRY. SESSION FULL. CHECK YOUR PROGRAM FOR OTHER GREAT SESSIONS" Maybe the disappointment was purely due to the sprint between venues to be let down, too many times. Maybe it was the insinuation that there were other sessions that I would have enjoyed greatly more than the one that I was missing. NOTE: Most the time I was tricked into wandering into the Capital and listening to a session which was far from my interests. Either way, I was not happy. I was tempted to beat the door down on many occasions. I wasn't the only one. There was outrage from many, particularly on the Saturday from purchasing a ticket for events you couldn't even attend. I encountered the sign plastered on the "full" venues, 4 times on the Saturday - There were only 7 sessions running per day. This sign ended my affair with the writers festival before it had barely began. 2. OTHER ATTENDEES (and some writers, and some interviewers). The audience members: Was there a clear generational gap? Did people not understand simple common courtesies? That, there is a difference between a question and a statement? The Writers: Couldn't they take time for their audience? Couldn't they attempt to maintain a conversation around a book that they wrote? The Interviewers: Couldn't they focus their attention away from themselves for an hour? Why were they ensuring the theme and context of their queries were only relevant to themselves and how they could include themselves in the "conversation"? Maybe I'm not a big people-person after all. 3. NO FOOD. Its comical, I know but very serious for a Nutrition student. I never had time to eat. (Unless it was part of the session, thank you Sunday Breakfast). Food is important to me and is aligned with my happiness. I could have planned better, I could have taken low-noise snacks to munch during sessions, I could have skipped sessions for a lunch break, I could have eaten in the 15 minute intervals allowed in between - while running to the other venues. But that isn't a good time. That isn't fun. My weekend was fuelled by coffee. There were other moments which sparked my anger, but I find those mentioned the most fundamental.
The highlight of my experience, where the anger cleared for a moment, was in the class Monday morning. There were classmates who were just as infuriated as I was.
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WEDNESDAY.THURSDAYFRIDAY. INSERT PHOTO I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN @HELLO, BEAUTIFUL - HANNIE RAYSON PERFORMANCE (ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SESSIONS). SATURDAY.SUNDAY.MONDAY.TUESDAY.
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