I called up the University of San Francisco and flat out asked about the status of my application. I was not accepted which was saddening but I already knew I wasn’t getting in. The person I spoke to was very nice about it and I didn’t feel terrible or let down. I read my own work so I knew the end result.
Then I called up the last school I’m waiting to hear from – San Diego State University – and they told me they wouldn’t let me know until April 23rd. What..the…frak. Seriously? That late in the month? Whatever. I wanted USF the whole time and I didn’t get in so I’m done. Next!
I’m going to Greece, I’m taking a copyediting class, I love my internship, I’m applying to publishing jobs, I’m learning how to play tennis and golf, I’m going to watch two concerts in July and…I’m going to have a great summer! I have many things lined up so I won’t be wallowing in my sorrow.
I can’t front – even with the rejections, my head is still high and when I apply again for next fall, my writing will be much stronger.
Presently, research low residency programs, scholarships, and other MFA programs.