Archive | January, 2013

Baggage Claim

27 Jan

Sometimes it feels like certain thoughts take over my brain. Not just in the typical, oh this is always on the back of my mind, way either. It’s more like this thought has brought a suitcase with it and is now maintaining a semi-permanent residence in the forefront of my brain.


That has been happening to me this week. According to the website of one of the graduate schools I applied to several months ago, I should have heard something from them in early January. As the start of this past week began the last half of January, thus moving us out of early January, I began to enter into panic mode.


You see, the school in question, was one of my top choices. It was the exact program I want to pursue, in an ideal location—seemingly perfect. But the panic from not hearing anything this week led me to do some math, which admittedly is something I almost never do. I crunched the numbers I found on their website from the average number of applications they get a semester and the number of people currently in the program and came up with a scary result: I had a 13% of getting into this school. What kind of odds are those? Not good ones. Not good ones at all.


Unfortunately, this did not stop me from compulsively checking my email to see if I had anything from the University (including my spam box just in case). Unfortunately, since the whole 13% chance thing entered my head, it was all I could think about. Each time I clicked on the little envelope icon at the bottom of my phone screen, something in my head said, “don’t bother. You only have a 13% chance after all.”


Apparently I should listen to the little voice in my head more often. At the end of the week after checking my email multiple times in the hour, I decided to send an email of my own to check up on my application. Within minutes I received a response; a response with bad news. Apparently 13 is, in fact, not a lucky number.


This revelation allowed a new thought to enter my brain, suitcases in hand. What if I wouldn’t have emailed them? Would I still be checking my email, waiting for a notification that was apparently never coming? Why didn’t I get a courtesy, “thanks, but no thanks letter? Here’s hoping that next week’s suitcase-carrying thought will be more pleasant. Hopefully involving kittens.


Weekly Treasure- Week One

27 Jan

“Don’t Forget the Dust,” by J.R. Corey

Read the essay here!

When searching for a current creative nonfiction essay this week, this essay was the first that I came across. After reading it, I knew I wanted to write about it for my blog. This essay tells so much in just a few short pages, while also keeping the reader satisfyingly curious. The author of this essay, J.R. Corey, is very brave and talented to write such a strong and essay about an obviously difficult time in her life.

The essay catalogs a point in the author’s life when she was going through some difficult times in her life.She discusses familial discourse that everyone is familiar with, but takes it to a new level by introducing her personal struggles as a young child.

The best part of the essay, in my opinion, was the form that it was written in. The short linked essays show enough detail and experience to leave you eager for the next piece of the story.

Each of the pieces was so rich in detail that it felt very alive and very easy to visualize. Especially the parts about the roaches, (side note: I can’t say that word aloud because I have such an immobilizing phobia of them. I thought it might be easier to type the word, but it was in fact not easier at all.)

“Don’t Forget the Dust” was such a well written piece, and I’m so glad that I came across it.