Back when I graduated from college, I was writing a lot of poetry, and I got a scholarship to attend the Sewanee Writers' Conference. It was a lovely week or two down in Tennessee, where I met some wonderfully talented people and professors and didn't pay enough attention to anything they said--kind of like college.
Anyway, I was still living with my parents when all of this went down, and Sewanee sent the information packet to their house. A couple of nights before I was to leave, my mom anxiously sat me down to read through all of the literature about the conference and the facilities and the lectures, etc. Together.