For the past several posts I’ve been talking about “how to not die” in honor of the ten-year anniversary of my rock climbing accident. Part five is almost done. Today, however, I want to take a brief break from my story to share some breaking news:
I just got rejected. Again.
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while know that, back in December, I applied for graduate school at . I thought getting my masters in journalism would be a step towards something I desperately want—which is, of course, to write.
I looked at many programs. There were thoughts of MFAs in Creative Nonfiction (an elusive degree that doesn’t exist in many locations), MAs in International Affairs (I do want to go abroad again), and, what seemed most practical, journalism. Continue reading