My last class was a week ago, but I’m still kind of in a state of disbelief. It feels like the end of last semester was just a few weeks ago. I can’t believe this year went by so fast and that my MFA is half-done. Even though, I am sad not to be in my classes anymore, I’m also pretty excited about the work I have ahead of me this summer. My writing teacher gave me a great direction for what story I should be working on this summer (which fingers crossed might turn into my first book). I have a really exciting internship in the children’s department of a literary agency that starts in a few weeks.
Part of me is freaking out a little bit. I stress out about timelines I set for myself. Goals that I want to accomplish so much that I kind of wish they were already done (even though the reason I want to accomplish them is that I like the doing not just the done … if that makes any sense?). So yeah, I’m a little sad this first year is over. I only have one more semester of classes and then my thesis and then who knows? But I’m trying to focus on the part of me that is excited, and I know that all of me is incredibly grateful for this experience and all of the people who’ve made this year so amazing.
*Sorry for using the word exciting so many times in this post. I guess it’s a good thing I have a year left before I’m considered a “master” in writing.