This semester’s class is on autobiography and memoir. When I saw it in the class catalog, I knew I had to take this class. I love memoirs. I like celebrity memoirs where you find out all the dirt behind-the-scenes, and I like memoirs written by unknowns who have survived their demons. I like quirky memoirs by humorists where
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Let’s make one thing clear. My age does not bother me. It never has. I don’t fear getting older, because that’s what is supposed to happen. I am 32 years old. Occasionally I pass for younger. Occasionally I feel younger. Other times, I feel older. Like the first day of class. I felt old. Realistically, the
I made progress. I chose some writing samples and wrote a letter of intent. I reviewed the requirements and I’m missing a scholarly writing sample and one letter of recommendation. The scholarly writing sample bothers me, because I haven’t been in school in 10 years. TEN YEARS?!? So I can pick what I think was
I got a button commemorating my ability to write at least 10 minutes a day for 30 days. Non-consecutively because summer was insane. But it was a fun little exercise and now I’m ready for the next 30 days to be a little more consecutive. It was fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing. It was blogging and journaling and
The application for grad school just isn’t as simple as filling out a form and sending it in. There are steps that have to be taken, and I keep getting stuck. I took the GRE, wrote half of my statement of purpose (writer’s block anyone?), and have requested letters of recommendation from two former professors.