I press air on mouths.
One paper down. An entire book to type. I really should have started this thing sooner.
No. I'm not going to apologize. I'm not sorry. I don't have to be. Is it too much to admit that sometimes people grow up? Get over leeching and jealousy and constant unhappiness and...just being tired of dealing. You're not what this is about.
I'm taking a year "off" before I go to grad school. I need time to write, make some money, and prepare my applications and portfolio properly. I have no time right now to get in where I really want to go: NYC.
I want to be in a place that's alive. A place with a pulse. I don't know if I'll end up living there or not, but just being there would be more of an education than whatever school I end up going to. BTW: shooting for my MFA then applying into the Ph.D program.
My professors are really great. I love how they support and reassure me. "Since I've been teaching here--since 1984--you're one of the top four or five writers I've ever taught. You're talented." I know to temper it. This is only Towson we're talking about. But as long as I know I'm not fucking everything up and deluding myself, I can keep going. I get so lost in what I'm doing sometimes. Everyone needs a reality check every once in a while.
Just need to fix this works cited/works consulted page, and hopefully I haven't deluded myself with this one. :P
No. I'm not going to apologize. I'm not sorry. I don't have to be. Is it too much to admit that sometimes people grow up? Get over leeching and jealousy and constant unhappiness and...just being tired of dealing. You're not what this is about.
I'm taking a year "off" before I go to grad school. I need time to write, make some money, and prepare my applications and portfolio properly. I have no time right now to get in where I really want to go: NYC.
I want to be in a place that's alive. A place with a pulse. I don't know if I'll end up living there or not, but just being there would be more of an education than whatever school I end up going to. BTW: shooting for my MFA then applying into the Ph.D program.
My professors are really great. I love how they support and reassure me. "Since I've been teaching here--since 1984--you're one of the top four or five writers I've ever taught. You're talented." I know to temper it. This is only Towson we're talking about. But as long as I know I'm not fucking everything up and deluding myself, I can keep going. I get so lost in what I'm doing sometimes. Everyone needs a reality check every once in a while.
Just need to fix this works cited/works consulted page, and hopefully I haven't deluded myself with this one. :P