I did not get nearly as much done over winter break as I wanted to. My room is a wreck, I didn't get any new grad school applications done (and therefore missed out on a lot of deadlines to good schools), I've hardly written at all, and I didn't really read anything either. :/ Shame on me.
I've got a long list of Resolutions to get me back on the right track, and I was going to post them all, but that seemed kind of pointless. Rather than telling you about what I plan to do, I should just notify you all about what I've already done. For example, today I scouted through the out-of-state schools that still have manageable deadlines, and once I finish packing my stuff to go back to school tomorrow, I'll apply. I have reconsidered applying to all three summer Publishing Institutes, and now I may just apply to one or two. I'm leaning towards U of Denver over NYU, but even so, I know I won't be able to attend either unless I have a full ride, and I know they won't give me a full ride. Not for a short program like that. I might save my money and apply to another MFA program instead. I'll be sure to let you all know what I've decided.
Lately, I'd been thinking that I really wanted to teach after finishing my MFA, to be a professor and stay in academia, but I was looking at SCAD: Savannah and their internships for Cartoon Network and Marvel Comics and other awesome places like that.... and you know what? That sounds awesome. I think I'd love to work in industry, at least while I'm still young. I can teach later, when I'm old(er) and want to settle down. And after I've learned some tricks of the trade. :)
I've been working on a few essays on craft and focus for a couple of weeks, hopefully you'll see them soon. Until then, enjoy the rest of your first week of 2011. :)
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06 January 2011
22 November 2010
The Expectations of Others
Yesterday my Godsister/little cousin came to visit campus for an all-day outreach/recruitment event. I walked around with her on a tour of campus, ate lunch with her at one of the food halls, and went to a special engineering meeting/tour. She's interested in aeronautical engineering, architecture, and dance. She's stuck between art and math, like me, so I feel her pain. That was actually most of what we talked about that day--how to choose. But she's only a junior in high school, so she's got plenty of time to figure out what she wants to do. Basically I just told her to go with her heart (because she's phenomenal at both art/dance and math/science), and if she finds out she doesn't like it anymore, she can always change her mind. That's what I did.
While we were at the engineering meeting, we ran into an advisor for one of the clubs I am vice president of. I said hi and complimented him on his suit, and introduced him to my little cousin. Later that day, after I had left her to run across the street to see the new Harry Potter movie (I tried to get her a ticket but it was sold out), she told me that she ran into my advisor again and they talked about me. She said he "Told me he was :( bc u are so good at math and u left it for english."
:/
Well, that pretty much makes me feel like crap.
I do miss science and math and engineering. I miss the rhythmic number crunching and and graphing and analyzing data, dealing with real-world problems and creating realistic solutions for them. Studying how the world works, and being able to predict its behavior. I know I would have made a phenomenal physicist, an excellent engineer. And I may have loved it, too. I could have done so much, could have really made an impact in society, regardless of how small it was.
And yet I left it all. For what? For words. For the promise of paychecks one-third in value. For a degree in something I would have done in my spare time anyways. I can do the math but it makes me tired and frustrated. I gave up, and came to this. Yes, obviously I love this, and I love what I'm studying, and I love what I'm doing, and I love the potential there is to be a teacher, an editor, an author. But. I can't help but wonder.
Did I make the right choice?
I loved physics and robotics, too.
Like I told my cousin, one can always change their mind. I did it once. I'm sure I could do it again, if need be. If I missed it enough.
I might.
While we were at the engineering meeting, we ran into an advisor for one of the clubs I am vice president of. I said hi and complimented him on his suit, and introduced him to my little cousin. Later that day, after I had left her to run across the street to see the new Harry Potter movie (I tried to get her a ticket but it was sold out), she told me that she ran into my advisor again and they talked about me. She said he "Told me he was :( bc u are so good at math and u left it for english."
:/
Well, that pretty much makes me feel like crap.
I do miss science and math and engineering. I miss the rhythmic number crunching and and graphing and analyzing data, dealing with real-world problems and creating realistic solutions for them. Studying how the world works, and being able to predict its behavior. I know I would have made a phenomenal physicist, an excellent engineer. And I may have loved it, too. I could have done so much, could have really made an impact in society, regardless of how small it was.
And yet I left it all. For what? For words. For the promise of paychecks one-third in value. For a degree in something I would have done in my spare time anyways. I can do the math but it makes me tired and frustrated. I gave up, and came to this. Yes, obviously I love this, and I love what I'm studying, and I love what I'm doing, and I love the potential there is to be a teacher, an editor, an author. But. I can't help but wonder.
Did I make the right choice?
I loved physics and robotics, too.
Like I told my cousin, one can always change their mind. I did it once. I'm sure I could do it again, if need be. If I missed it enough.
I might.
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