Demise of a writing group
Mar. 6th, 2009 06:06 pmI couldn't post yesterday because I was just so exhausted after a bad night on Wednesday when I barely got three hours sleep and after a couple of traumatic meetings about the writing group yesterday as well as a curtailed class.
We met up at the usual time to have an hour's meeting without G and really, there was hardly anyone there who hadn't been involved in the fracas and unpleasantness. I imagine the others decided to give it a wide berth for the time being. We were asked whether we wanted to finish term with G as tutor, or do something else. J and C and I voted to stay with G and the others, predictably, didn't. We were also asked whether we wanted to continue with the group in some form next term. I said that I would think about it, but that if W was in the class I wouldn't be. If I had received an apology from her, I might not have said that. Someone said that she hadn't come to the meeting out of respect for me because I had been in Gillian's class so long or some other drivel. Bulls**t! She was just afraid. God knows what she thought I would do or say to her. It was mentioned that the Commitee would have a meeting in the café at the Laing Art Gallery at 1.30. J was very cross because no-one had told her that there was to be a committee meeting and she was unable to attend.
G came to give the class, which was very pleasant, even though there were only 7 of us there. It was quite a pleasant change for us all to be able to read out our stuff and talk about it.
I got on my scooter and bombed along to the Laing. It's hardly any distance and took me only a few minutes to get there, very different from the painfully long time it would have taken me to walk there, stopping every few yards for a rest.
The meeting was attended by the Chair, myself, the current Treasurer, the ex-secretary, now transformed back into the present Secretary (after she had said she had to give it up owing to ill health thus precipitating G's anxiety and her outburst at last week's class), the person who is Treasurer-in-waiting and will function as Treasurer next term and who, since she hasn't actually been involved in any of the problems which have upset other people, was, inexplicably, one of G's strongest critics . There was also another member of the class who has never been on the committee and who has hardly been to a class for about six months; no-one explained what she was doing there. When I gave J's apologies explaining that no-one had told her there was a meeting, and she had another appointment, the Chair just said "Oh"; from her tone she might just as well have said "Tough!"
The Chair had some kind of agenda which none of the rest of us saw and the Secretary took "minutes" The Committee agreed that G be allowed to finish the term with whatever members of the class wished to attend, while people who no longer wished to attend a class taken by G would be provided somewhere else to meet and someone to take the class. They didn't say whether any of those people would be offered a refund although we all agreed that whatever the outcome, none of the Committee would ask for a refund. I said that I would be attending G's class.
It was agreed that the class would continue next term without G, but also without a full-time tutor as money is too tight to allow for a paid tutor more than twice during the term with the numbers we had at present. I said that I would consider whether or not I wanted to join in, but by the end of the meeting wild horses wouldn't drag me there.
It was decided that although there wouldn't be a proper tutor, that position would be filled by class members who felt able to conduct the class; we have several people who already have experience of tutoring classes, so that shouldn't be a problem, except that these members will be expected to do it for nothing, while, presumably still paying the same fees as everyone else! The cost of the course, will, however, remain the same!
I told the Committee that this would be my last committee meeting as I was resigning with effect from the end of the meeting. The class member who was not a member of the Committe was immediately co-opted in my place.
There was quite a lot of schoolgirl giggling and making fairly harmless jokes at G's expense; they got a lot of laughs out of the idea that she might be asked to be Poet Laureate. The fact that she's probably a better poet than most of the people who have been suggested never occurred to them, nor the practical certainty that if offered she would refuse, because she wouldn't be party to automatically writing laudatory poems on Royal ocasions, not to mention the fact that most of the Royals might very well struggle to understand her extremely spare poetry anyway.
It all passed very amicably, in fact, everyone but me seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. They are now left with the problem of finding a free venue for the next three weeks so that they can offer classes to those who don't want to attend G's class and they have a couple of months to sort out the format of the new group and get a rota of members who want to conduct classes. I suspect that almost everyone will fancy themselves as tutor. It may very well work out well - I hope it does, but there's no way I'm going to a class run by a lot of smug unprofessional amateurs for the same price as a class run by a renowned published poet, even if I didn't feel so disgusted that I can't work with them any more.
This morning I finally got an e-mail apology from W. I answered it as graciously as I could, saying that I understood how hurt and upset she felt about G's failure to acknowledge the hard work she had done over the previous four weeks. I told her I thought she was a talented writer and should continue with the group, but it makes no difference to my decision.
Maybe I'll finally get a decent night's sleep tonight. Last night I woke up at 3.30 am and started going over it all in my mind. Infuriating!
We met up at the usual time to have an hour's meeting without G and really, there was hardly anyone there who hadn't been involved in the fracas and unpleasantness. I imagine the others decided to give it a wide berth for the time being. We were asked whether we wanted to finish term with G as tutor, or do something else. J and C and I voted to stay with G and the others, predictably, didn't. We were also asked whether we wanted to continue with the group in some form next term. I said that I would think about it, but that if W was in the class I wouldn't be. If I had received an apology from her, I might not have said that. Someone said that she hadn't come to the meeting out of respect for me because I had been in Gillian's class so long or some other drivel. Bulls**t! She was just afraid. God knows what she thought I would do or say to her. It was mentioned that the Commitee would have a meeting in the café at the Laing Art Gallery at 1.30. J was very cross because no-one had told her that there was to be a committee meeting and she was unable to attend.
G came to give the class, which was very pleasant, even though there were only 7 of us there. It was quite a pleasant change for us all to be able to read out our stuff and talk about it.
I got on my scooter and bombed along to the Laing. It's hardly any distance and took me only a few minutes to get there, very different from the painfully long time it would have taken me to walk there, stopping every few yards for a rest.
The meeting was attended by the Chair, myself, the current Treasurer, the ex-secretary, now transformed back into the present Secretary (after she had said she had to give it up owing to ill health thus precipitating G's anxiety and her outburst at last week's class), the person who is Treasurer-in-waiting and will function as Treasurer next term and who, since she hasn't actually been involved in any of the problems which have upset other people, was, inexplicably, one of G's strongest critics . There was also another member of the class who has never been on the committee and who has hardly been to a class for about six months; no-one explained what she was doing there. When I gave J's apologies explaining that no-one had told her there was a meeting, and she had another appointment, the Chair just said "Oh"; from her tone she might just as well have said "Tough!"
The Chair had some kind of agenda which none of the rest of us saw and the Secretary took "minutes" The Committee agreed that G be allowed to finish the term with whatever members of the class wished to attend, while people who no longer wished to attend a class taken by G would be provided somewhere else to meet and someone to take the class. They didn't say whether any of those people would be offered a refund although we all agreed that whatever the outcome, none of the Committee would ask for a refund. I said that I would be attending G's class.
It was agreed that the class would continue next term without G, but also without a full-time tutor as money is too tight to allow for a paid tutor more than twice during the term with the numbers we had at present. I said that I would consider whether or not I wanted to join in, but by the end of the meeting wild horses wouldn't drag me there.
It was decided that although there wouldn't be a proper tutor, that position would be filled by class members who felt able to conduct the class; we have several people who already have experience of tutoring classes, so that shouldn't be a problem, except that these members will be expected to do it for nothing, while, presumably still paying the same fees as everyone else! The cost of the course, will, however, remain the same!
I told the Committee that this would be my last committee meeting as I was resigning with effect from the end of the meeting. The class member who was not a member of the Committe was immediately co-opted in my place.
There was quite a lot of schoolgirl giggling and making fairly harmless jokes at G's expense; they got a lot of laughs out of the idea that she might be asked to be Poet Laureate. The fact that she's probably a better poet than most of the people who have been suggested never occurred to them, nor the practical certainty that if offered she would refuse, because she wouldn't be party to automatically writing laudatory poems on Royal ocasions, not to mention the fact that most of the Royals might very well struggle to understand her extremely spare poetry anyway.
It all passed very amicably, in fact, everyone but me seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. They are now left with the problem of finding a free venue for the next three weeks so that they can offer classes to those who don't want to attend G's class and they have a couple of months to sort out the format of the new group and get a rota of members who want to conduct classes. I suspect that almost everyone will fancy themselves as tutor. It may very well work out well - I hope it does, but there's no way I'm going to a class run by a lot of smug unprofessional amateurs for the same price as a class run by a renowned published poet, even if I didn't feel so disgusted that I can't work with them any more.
This morning I finally got an e-mail apology from W. I answered it as graciously as I could, saying that I understood how hurt and upset she felt about G's failure to acknowledge the hard work she had done over the previous four weeks. I told her I thought she was a talented writer and should continue with the group, but it makes no difference to my decision.
Maybe I'll finally get a decent night's sleep tonight. Last night I woke up at 3.30 am and started going over it all in my mind. Infuriating!