No, that's not a typo: This isn't a State of the MFA post, it's a State of the Me post. One is greatly intertwined with the other, but as I have nothing profound or reflective to say about the degree program, I'll focus on the Me side of things.
I regained a bit of my sanity earlier this week. I finished a scary array of projects and then discovered through repeated inquiry precisely how many more credit hours I need to graduate.
Good news: it's fewer than I had even hoped. I had feared a credit-need that would cause me to kill myself this semester, kill myself next semester and into the summer. Now, blissfully, I just go crazy during the current semester.
But then I let go of my fall job hunt notions (as in applying this fall) and decided to just focus on course work. I'll start applying next spring.
And just like that, I'm feeling much less nutty.
Highly Recommended
