Hello! I am an MFA graduate student who is graduating this semester. I actually defend my thesis on Tuesday, 3/10. It is frightening, sure, most definitely so. Thanks for asking.
But what is scarier? Trying to find a job after I graduate, of course!
Everything I've been hearing lately regarding job prospects in general (much more so for an MFA recipient, sheesh) have been quite dire, as I'm sure you're aware. And I want to teach, write, and keep up my band, Zombies! Organize!!; although perhaps it is unfair to call it "my" band.
It is more fair, certainly, to acknowledge my husband and sister as also owners of the band, if a band can be said to be comprised of people who own it.
Regardless. This blog will be dedicated to my search for meaning, job, happiness, security, health insurance, etc etc, after graduation.
It is not enough, friends, to have survived graduate school. One must then rocket into society, whirling through walls and debris and people; one must contribute! One must, certainly, do something with education. At the very least.
Please note:
1) I'm quite fond. Of sentence fragments.
2) I cannot promise this blog will be captivating in any sense of the word, and please do not think this false modesty; I've had a friends' only online journal for years now because I'm terrified of what non-friends, people I don't know (gasp!) will think of my writing. There. It's been said. So this number two here, this little statement about the lacklusterness of my writing is to assuage my own fears.
3) I live in Boca Raton, FL, am graduating from FAU; I teach and student there (please allow student to be a verb, thanks!).
