I finished my thesis.  I handed in a giant envelope to Annette and it was over.

In a way, I wish I'd gotten to have a capstone presentation of some sort.  I know that a forty-five page research/analysis paper entitled "Permanent Adolescents and Premature Adults: Deafness in Contemporary Memoir" is not nearly as cool or aesthetically pleasing as a ( Read more... )

Last kiss: John kissed me on the forehead during training on Friday
Last good cry: Jillian's poetry reading on Friday
Last library book checked out: Virginia Woolf's The Waves
Last movie seen: I rented Bread and Tulips
Last book read: An Orphan in History by Paul Cowan ( Read more... )

Many of the people I know who wanted to be writers when we were in high school have since gone on to major in journalism, decide to be teachers, do all kinds of related and unrelated professions. Some of them are genuinely happy and feel a calling toward their field. Some, however, are afraid of being writers, afraid of the uncertainty and the ( Read more... )