Taking a break from my studies. That’s weird, too– I’m studying. I really began looking at the materials for the MFA program in earnest this week, and to no one’s shock (certainly not my own), I was behind. Well behind. Behind in a way that made me feel foolish for having waited so long to get cracking with the books and such. You see, I had this inane sense that if school started at the end of June, I would really be starting at the end of June. This was poppycock. It seems that from the moment I entered the program (or at least, the moment they cashed the $1,000 deposit check), I should have been working. Some of that work was just the mental preparation– steeling myself for graduate-level criticism. Yet, the rest of it was actual work. Pfaugh. I loved the idea of graduate school until I began working on it.

Wait, no, I loved the idea of graduate school until I had to pay for it. I think that came first.