I've had the grad school bug since I walked across the stage at the University of San Diego, clutching my diploma like a million dollar prize. I just haven't felt complete, I have a lot more I need to learn before I can truly consider myself a writer, before I can delve into the world of professional writing. I started researching grad schools immediately, but a few weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Anthony, so I folded up that dream and put it in my pocket.
Thanks to google, I started to discover the low-residency program. It's basically made for me people like me, with jobs and babies and lives with little chance of relocation. The bulk of the course work is done online, with a short residency done once a semester for 7-10 days. I can't tell you how many applications I half filled out and watched the deadlines past. I won't tell you about the list I had, filled with pipe dreams and hopes of where and who I could be. But I wasn't ready, I couldn't click send.
These past months something has changed. I'm not afraid of who I can be. I've been writing and writing and publishing and moving forward, shaping myself into the writer I want to be. I'm moving forward at a good pace. But grad school has been in the back of my mind, like a locked door of endless opportunity. I decided that it was time to pull the trigger. After researching, I decided that of all the low res programs, UCR Palm Desert's MFA in Creative Writing was the best fit for me.
So I clicked send. After praying about it, I decided that I was going to apply to this one school. One. If I got in, then it was God's will and that was where I was supposed to be. If I didn't, then I could do it on my own and would be okay.
Tuesday I got the call. I am 7 of 15, I am one of hundreds of applicants. I am accepted. Hearing Tod Goldberg tell me why he wanted me in the program and the promise he sees in my writing put me through the roof. Cue tears. And Snoopy dancing. And squealing.
This is it folks. My life is changing. I'm a grad student. I'm a grad student in an amazing program that will make the writer I should be. I am blessed. I am so lucky to be part of this. I can't wait for school to start. I can't wait for this new beginning. In two and a quarter years I'll have my masters of fine arts in creative writing. I will continue to publish. I will continue to write. I will be everything I can be.