BY RILEY GUERRERO '20
Two months ago, I walked into the org fair with my head held high, a self-imposed limit of four (maybe five) orgs already set, and any conception of reasonable time-management already down the drain. Of all the surprises that awaited me under the packed white tent, including but naturally not limited to Korean martial arts clubs, roleplaying troupes and more language clubs than I had even imagined, I was struck by the revelation that besides the school’s literary magazine, there was no club dedicated to creative or transformative writing. This was an alien concept to me, as my high school had a relatively popular Aspiring Authors’ Club. Where that fell short for the sort of fiction I was writing, I joined other groups online. Considering the wide variety of other clubs that Mount Holyoke boasts and the emphasis put on advertising ourselves as the alma mater of Emily Dickinson, I had expected to be able to pick my favorite out of a few writing groups.