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A Lot of People go to Grad School for Sixteen Years
I graduate with my master’s degree in English this week.
I’ve been meaning to write up a bit on it. But I haven’t yet. I think part of it is that after writing the project I am not in the mood to sit in front of the computer on my free time. I think another part is that I have some mixed emotions about the whole thing. I am excited to have finished after it took so long, but I am in a bit of a different place than where I was before I started.
I think a big part is I don’t know where to begin. I keep going back to the winter of 2003, when I was a senior in college and was finishing up a degree in creative writing after having started as a chemistry major. I still remember this three-day sequence I had where I took my last final, went to the bad and got drunk by 8:00 pm and woke up and studied for the GRE and then went to take the GRE at noon and then the next day I had my wisdom teeth out and then read Being and Nothingness while out of my mind on percs. After Christmas I finished out the applications and sent them out and for the next few months I waited for replies. None were good, but Oregon sent me a large packet that was about housing. They sent me the thick envelope and then like a week later they sent a thin envelope. I still remember that.
