Success?

This little poetry road trip was in a way a success, but in others, I guess not that productive.
Starting from the beginning, the woman who organized it, did not really organize it. The whole event was a cluster-fuck, for lack of better words. She had told students participating to meet in this one designated parking lot around 3:00pm. Around? Really? How about we set a strict time and a more specific location than the parking lot. It's a pretty big lot. Plus, a lot of us did not know each other, or who was driving, so how were we supposed to know what their cars looked like? By 3:30, we were on our way off campus, which was shocking. We didn't even think we would get that far. There was a 'scare' that there was not enough room in the cars for all of the students. Good planning, right?
Then, we all got separated while driving up there, which was expected. The president of the club was driving the professor's car because she said she's not a good driver. He hit a pole and dented her car, so she was having a conniption.
Coincidently, we all found each other on the campus. This was a very strange coincidence. I mean, this is not a small campus. We're not talking the size of the beloved Houghton College. Try more like NYU. We are in Montreal, ya know? So, as my group was waiting for the elevator to come on the main floor to go up, it arrived, the doors opened, and out came the two other car loads of people that we lost. "What the f...?" Yeah. Weird.
So, we gathered and traveled up to the sixth floor. We went in some little room with coffee, wine, finger foods, and a wall of windows overlooking the city. We outnumbered the Canadians. We had about 15 students, they had about 8, plus about 6-8 professors in all.
We mingled, picked at food, drank some wine, looked at their soliloquie books and literary journals. I even got to take them, so I have six of their products and am eager to look through them. They are packed with prose, poetry, visual arts, short stories, and plays. I am smiling just thinking about reading them. When? God only knows when I will have free time.
Anyways, after our little mingling session, we took into a full-blown conference room where we exchanged ideas, tips, and how we run our own literary staff/journal. Followed by our swapping of systematic matters, we went around the square created by four banquet tables and read our own poetry. This is what I was most nervous for, but it turned out to be a breeze with no pressure at all. Thank you, Lord. I only read one poem of mine, under 60 seconds, and no one threw objects at me. My poem was proceeded my a 'golf clap' and other student's poetry.
That took up about 20-30 minutes, and then we got on the subject of the media going on the web, of course. The talk was very interesting. I didn't add much in because I was more of like a guest. I'm not even on our literary magazine staff. I'm just in the prof's poetry class, and she likes me and my writing. Plus, I will be on the staff next year.
The conference came to a close, and we loaded the cars to head back to the good ol' Pburgh. Let me tell you, my car was awesome. I met two new people: Brandon, a junior, and Gabby, a senior. They were so much fun. The car ride to and from Montreal was the farthest from awkward. We were all just a bunch of funny, outgoing kids. It was awesome to spend time with some new people who were really interesting and fun to be around. It really made the trip as fun as it was.
It was great to spend continuous hours with a true smile on my face.