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I just got out of my meeting with my adviser. I feel so, so, so much better about this all right now. She said not to worry about the MFA program or applying for the MA program; if I don't get into the MFA program, they'll put me into the MA pool more than likely and I'll probably get in. She also went over how long I'd have to say to go into secondary ed and it would be no more than four semesters, which is a lot better than I assumed. But then we went on to talkin gabout careers I could have as I finish schooling and she assured me that it doens't matter what your degree is as long as you have a degree. I mean, I knew this already but it helps to have someone say that word for word. As long as you have a degree, companies will hire and train you, unless it's a specific field like engineering or some shit like that. But I feel so, so, so much better right now. She said my best bet would be to get my MA, and then if I want to go into the teaching of creative writing I should get my MFA after that and get things published. An MFA and published work is as good as a PhD when it comes to working at a college or university. She also told me that teaching at a community college with just my Masters is a possibility, and even teaching at a University if I get a lot of short stories published or write a novel. Basically, it was a vent session and she helped me a lot and I feel so good and, you guys, it's weird how nothing is really different but I feel so good right now.
I think I deserve a white mocha, thank you very much.
I need to get a battery for my car and someone who can help me change it. I need to get a present for some cute blond. I need to work on two papers and do some reading and write some poems.
Tyler's birthday was last night. I went out with him for a while and I don't know. I always feel weird around most of his friends because I literally have nothing in common with them. And that's not it; like, our sense of humors are different and none of them really amuse me in any way. But I sat and talked to this one dude for like an hour and a half about Harry Potter and I felt like a loser. wtfff. So then I walked home and you guys, it's cold. Fuck this.
Holy shit this girl just walked in and she's like 6'5". I feel normal.
I think I deserve a white mocha, thank you very much.
I need to get a battery for my car and someone who can help me change it. I need to get a present for some cute blond. I need to work on two papers and do some reading and write some poems.
Tyler's birthday was last night. I went out with him for a while and I don't know. I always feel weird around most of his friends because I literally have nothing in common with them. And that's not it; like, our sense of humors are different and none of them really amuse me in any way. But I sat and talked to this one dude for like an hour and a half about Harry Potter and I felt like a loser. wtfff. So then I walked home and you guys, it's cold. Fuck this.
Holy shit this girl just walked in and she's like 6'5". I feel normal.