I received the best text message in class today. It was from unfamiliar Vermont number telling me to have chili at the Hob Knob on Sunday after the farmer's market. I had no idea who had sent the text and whether or not it was supposed to be directed at me, but either way I love chili and I love the Hob Knob so I decided that I would be attending no matter what. In fact I got myself so excited about Sunday chili and the Hob Knob that I started rationalizing me crashing a chili party out loud in class to the point that my peers joined in on my personal debate and gave their own opinions on what I should do. Once I walked out of the room, my phone was hit by a bunch of texts from my dad saying that we were going to the Hob Knob for chili on Sunday. Baller. Turns out the text was from the inn's owner and I just didn't transfer her number over to my newer phone. Silly me, but I provided entertainment for my stressed out class as usual.
Today I attended a meeting about grad school which was hosted by the English department. I have come to the conclusion that I have no idea what I am doing with my life, but if I do apply I need to apply somewhere out west so that I look geographically appealing to schools that I am interested in. I also found out that I need to suck up my apprehensions about teaching if I want to get into a funded program and not have to sell my soul to Satan just to be able to obtain my MFA. I am positive I will be taking time off before applying because I need to build my portfolio and develop pieces that are more than just Brevity submissions or angsty prose poems. My next assignment for my nonfiction class is to write a longer piece up to twenty pages and I want to create something that I will eventually be able to use as a part of my portfolio. My only problem is that I'm not sure that I have the focus and endurance to write something that long. Until this morning I didn't think I've been doing anything other than breathing for more than ten seconds. It turns out I have been skating for twenty years. As soon as I said that at practice this morning I felt old and I AM NOT old. I was amazed that I was able to admit that I was able to say twenty years about anything so soon in my life. I was still thinking it was a surreal thing for me in my nonfiction class that I started talking about it and that's when my teacher said that that would be something worth writing about. Twenty years of skating, both hockey and figure, has provided me with plenty of experiences and anecdotes for my paper. Now I just need to find my focus and concentration to start writing. Not his weekend though because I will be in Vermont and hopefully I will remember to pick up some new skate laces before mine snap.
Today I attended a meeting about grad school which was hosted by the English department. I have come to the conclusion that I have no idea what I am doing with my life, but if I do apply I need to apply somewhere out west so that I look geographically appealing to schools that I am interested in. I also found out that I need to suck up my apprehensions about teaching if I want to get into a funded program and not have to sell my soul to Satan just to be able to obtain my MFA. I am positive I will be taking time off before applying because I need to build my portfolio and develop pieces that are more than just Brevity submissions or angsty prose poems. My next assignment for my nonfiction class is to write a longer piece up to twenty pages and I want to create something that I will eventually be able to use as a part of my portfolio. My only problem is that I'm not sure that I have the focus and endurance to write something that long. Until this morning I didn't think I've been doing anything other than breathing for more than ten seconds. It turns out I have been skating for twenty years. As soon as I said that at practice this morning I felt old and I AM NOT old. I was amazed that I was able to admit that I was able to say twenty years about anything so soon in my life. I was still thinking it was a surreal thing for me in my nonfiction class that I started talking about it and that's when my teacher said that that would be something worth writing about. Twenty years of skating, both hockey and figure, has provided me with plenty of experiences and anecdotes for my paper. Now I just need to find my focus and concentration to start writing. Not his weekend though because I will be in Vermont and hopefully I will remember to pick up some new skate laces before mine snap.
