Let some mysterious chunk of space debris puncture the roof and set me free.
Alright, so crazy sexual misadventures aside, how is my life going, you ask?
The main thing in my life right now is the question of grad school. Should I go? When should I go? Where should I go? Should I go for poetry or for fiction?
I talked to my poetry professor last Thursday. He bought me a burrito and we got down to brass tacks. I asked him, point-blank, "Is my poetry good enough for grad school?" and he told me it was. He was just worried that I was a little too late to the game in thinking about it. He was worried that I would have to rush my portfolio and essay to make admission deadlines, and that if these weren't my best, I'd be rejected from the schools I actually wanted to go to. If I'm rejected and apply again later, I'll be classed as a reapplicant, and barely looked at.
So, basically, I have to do this right or not at all. Skoyles said he'd be willing to help me get my portfolio together over the next semester, so I'll be ready to apply next year. I talked to Mom about this, and she didn't seem happy with the idea of me waiting a year. I'm talking to my fiction professor later today. But unless he gives me wildly divergent advice, I think I have my gameplan figured out:
-Wait a year to apply
-Go for poetry
-Go to wherever will give me the most financial aid. Skoyles suggested BU and Syracuse.
The only big question is what to do with that year in between. Live and work, I guess, like everybody else. But where?
The main thing in my life right now is the question of grad school. Should I go? When should I go? Where should I go? Should I go for poetry or for fiction?
I talked to my poetry professor last Thursday. He bought me a burrito and we got down to brass tacks. I asked him, point-blank, "Is my poetry good enough for grad school?" and he told me it was. He was just worried that I was a little too late to the game in thinking about it. He was worried that I would have to rush my portfolio and essay to make admission deadlines, and that if these weren't my best, I'd be rejected from the schools I actually wanted to go to. If I'm rejected and apply again later, I'll be classed as a reapplicant, and barely looked at.
So, basically, I have to do this right or not at all. Skoyles said he'd be willing to help me get my portfolio together over the next semester, so I'll be ready to apply next year. I talked to Mom about this, and she didn't seem happy with the idea of me waiting a year. I'm talking to my fiction professor later today. But unless he gives me wildly divergent advice, I think I have my gameplan figured out:
-Wait a year to apply
-Go for poetry
-Go to wherever will give me the most financial aid. Skoyles suggested BU and Syracuse.
The only big question is what to do with that year in between. Live and work, I guess, like everybody else. But where?