Collegiate Background and Patterns
Jan. 2nd, 2006 01:11 pmI have always excelled in the artistic realms. Shortly before I graduated high school, I was offered a partial scholarship to an art school in New Mexico. I thought, "Hey, I'm good at art, I'll go to art school!"
However, about the same time, I discovered that I was going to join the rank and file of teen parents all over this great land. I forwent college to be a responsible father. I got a job with insurance, etc... and attempted to do the family bit with my girlfriend and our son. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no art education or degree for you."
This came to a crashing halt when my girlfriend left me for her abusive ex-boyfriend. I was left in the realm of single-parenthood with a three-month old son. Da baby-momma and I shared time and expenses, but alas, the family life was not for me, said the Universe.
Fast forward five years of child-rearing, life-living, crazy-living, and miscellany-studying. Suddenly Ethan is going to start kindergarten. I use the opportunity to do what I'd been thinking about for quite a while. In these five years, I've become quite proficient at graphic design, espeically with Photoshop. I just started doing it as a hobby, but soon was heaped with praise for my skill.
I applied for graphics jobs and many of them said that my portfolio was great, but they couldn't hire me without at least a two-year degree. So with Ethan going to school, I agreed to let Ethan stay with his mom during the week, I would take him on weekends. Though, this was le suck, I realized I needed to do something to better myself and this was the best opportunity to have the time to go to school.
Thusly, I enrolled at Madison Media Institute, with the agenda of recieving an Associate in Multimedia Technology, with a full curriculum of graphic design, web design, video production, and sound engineering. The school had just built a new facility, upgraded all their computers, updated all their software, gotten accredited, expanded their faculty, etc... I thought, "Hey, I'm good at graphics, I'll go to a graphic school!" Sounds like a good idea, right?
Unfortunately, they apparently forgot to advertise because their enrollment was quite low, and about the middle of my second semester, they ran out of money. Because of this, they stopped paying the teachers, who didn't have contracts. They'd been friends of the owner of the school, and were working for him on a handshake-type deal. The teachers banded together to form a union and get contracts, pay, you know, all the accoutrements of a teaching job. The school then proceeded lock-down Nazi-style and began searching teachers desks for "stolen" equipment, harassing them, interrupting classes, resulting in the firing of the head of my department, and then the acting head quit in protest.
I made it through three semesters and was forced out because 1) I could not morally justify giving my money to the people who would treat their staff like that and 2) the atmosphere at the school was so noxious, it was impossible to get anything done. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no graphics education or degree for you."
Since high school, I'd been interested in psychology, religion, mythology, spirituality, etc... and had studied these subjects with the utmost vigor and comprehension. I met people with degrees in psychology or comparative religion who weren't as well read or informed as I was and I began to think, in the aftermath of the MMI fiasco, that perhaps I should persue my degree in this direction. I've often been sought out for advice and knowledge and many-a-person had told me that talking to me was quite easy and they felt better for it. I thought, "Hey, I love studying various esoterica, I'll get a degree in that!" This line of reasoning led me to Goddard College.
Goddard seemed like the ultimate idea for me. It was an intensive residency B.A. program. I would be able to design my own degree around what I was interested in, without wasting time and money on other classes I didn't want to take. Plus, the structure was perfect. You go to Goddard for a week at the beginning of the semester, attend workshops and seminars, while working with an advisor, someone with a Ph.D. in whatever you're studying, to design a fifteen-week at-home study curriculum. Every three weeks, you send a packet of papers, study notes, etc... to your advisor. Really, it would be no different than what I had been doing; I'd still be studying and taking notes, only I'd have to send my results to someone. Does this not sound like the perfect school for a single father?
Well, not really. My first hint that something was fishy was my first day there when they told me that there were no grades. "What?" I said. No grades. Just feedback. It's the journey, not the destination, and all that jazz. Apparently, I'd stumbled into some uber-liberal hippy school. Eeek! Even the transcripts are long essays about the student's growth, written by the advisor, so most schools don't have a damned clue how to transfer the credits over. God, deliver me from this hell. But hey, I’ll give it my best shot.
And I did. Except my advisor was le suck. Other students got back pages upon pages of interaction with their advisor. I got a paragraph of condescension. I thought maybe it was just me, until I found out all this advisor's students were getting the same shrift treatment. I persevered and did my studying, while slowly discovering that studying these esoteric subjects was much more enjoyable when I didn't have to do it.
At the same time, I was temporarily living with my father and his wife, the step-woman. They married long after I'd been out of the house, so I'd never lived with her before. Apparently living with her is like having a Marine drill sergeant in the house. Over the few months I lived there, I was accosted a number of times, seemingly random by the step-woman barging into my room and accusing me of being a liar/thief/alcoholic/drug abuser/Satanist. Pick and choose any combination you'd like, it made it impossible to study at home because of the constant interruptions.
So. I finished my semester and apparently got the Goddard equivalent of an A. I elected to skip a semester to save money and get out of my parents house, which I promptly did. I then found out that none of my advisor's students returned because they were all so put-off by his treatment. I found myself loathing the idea of returning, so I didn't. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no metaphysical education or degree for you."
Now, this brings you up to the relative present. I've been working and writing. In between MMI and Goddard, I wrote my first novel and since then have been writing short stories and compiling ideas for more novels. I've been published a little here and there and have come to realize that if there has been one steady path throughout my life, it has been my writing. I honestly believe with a little work, a lot more submitting and perseverance, I could be a successful writer. And here's where the problem comes in.
After thinking, "Hey, I'm good at something, I should go to school for it." and the Universe saying, "Oh, no! Bad idea!" I'm contemplating whether this is a pattern that will yet again repeat itself, because I'm thinking, "Hey, I'm good at writing, I'll get my MFA!" I'd rather not even start if the Universe is going to smack me down and say, "No, Jeremy, no literary education or degree for you!"
See, I've come to realize that having an MFA is like knowing the secret Freemason handshake in the publishing world. It's easier to do everything, from getting an agent to winning contests. However, many, many writers say that if there is one thing a writer should never do it take a writing course. Look at Dan Brown. He teaches writing at some New England prep school and his writing is le suck.
So, what do I do? Do I try yet another school, defying what the Universe seems to be telling? Has it killed all of my previous attempts because that was not my path? Am I just afraid of yet another failure? Perhaps because writing is the last thing that is left to me that I am inherently good at and love, am I afraid to lose that too? Do I take the plunge and go? Do I try to forge my way into publication without the benefit of secret handshakes?
I'm filling out my application for school, but I don't want to fill it out or write my letter with half-a-heart. If I do this, I want to do it like I do everything else, pouring myself into it, with complete and total vim.
However, about the same time, I discovered that I was going to join the rank and file of teen parents all over this great land. I forwent college to be a responsible father. I got a job with insurance, etc... and attempted to do the family bit with my girlfriend and our son. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no art education or degree for you."
This came to a crashing halt when my girlfriend left me for her abusive ex-boyfriend. I was left in the realm of single-parenthood with a three-month old son. Da baby-momma and I shared time and expenses, but alas, the family life was not for me, said the Universe.
Fast forward five years of child-rearing, life-living, crazy-living, and miscellany-studying. Suddenly Ethan is going to start kindergarten. I use the opportunity to do what I'd been thinking about for quite a while. In these five years, I've become quite proficient at graphic design, espeically with Photoshop. I just started doing it as a hobby, but soon was heaped with praise for my skill.
I applied for graphics jobs and many of them said that my portfolio was great, but they couldn't hire me without at least a two-year degree. So with Ethan going to school, I agreed to let Ethan stay with his mom during the week, I would take him on weekends. Though, this was le suck, I realized I needed to do something to better myself and this was the best opportunity to have the time to go to school.
Thusly, I enrolled at Madison Media Institute, with the agenda of recieving an Associate in Multimedia Technology, with a full curriculum of graphic design, web design, video production, and sound engineering. The school had just built a new facility, upgraded all their computers, updated all their software, gotten accredited, expanded their faculty, etc... I thought, "Hey, I'm good at graphics, I'll go to a graphic school!" Sounds like a good idea, right?
Unfortunately, they apparently forgot to advertise because their enrollment was quite low, and about the middle of my second semester, they ran out of money. Because of this, they stopped paying the teachers, who didn't have contracts. They'd been friends of the owner of the school, and were working for him on a handshake-type deal. The teachers banded together to form a union and get contracts, pay, you know, all the accoutrements of a teaching job. The school then proceeded lock-down Nazi-style and began searching teachers desks for "stolen" equipment, harassing them, interrupting classes, resulting in the firing of the head of my department, and then the acting head quit in protest.
I made it through three semesters and was forced out because 1) I could not morally justify giving my money to the people who would treat their staff like that and 2) the atmosphere at the school was so noxious, it was impossible to get anything done. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no graphics education or degree for you."
Since high school, I'd been interested in psychology, religion, mythology, spirituality, etc... and had studied these subjects with the utmost vigor and comprehension. I met people with degrees in psychology or comparative religion who weren't as well read or informed as I was and I began to think, in the aftermath of the MMI fiasco, that perhaps I should persue my degree in this direction. I've often been sought out for advice and knowledge and many-a-person had told me that talking to me was quite easy and they felt better for it. I thought, "Hey, I love studying various esoterica, I'll get a degree in that!" This line of reasoning led me to Goddard College.
Goddard seemed like the ultimate idea for me. It was an intensive residency B.A. program. I would be able to design my own degree around what I was interested in, without wasting time and money on other classes I didn't want to take. Plus, the structure was perfect. You go to Goddard for a week at the beginning of the semester, attend workshops and seminars, while working with an advisor, someone with a Ph.D. in whatever you're studying, to design a fifteen-week at-home study curriculum. Every three weeks, you send a packet of papers, study notes, etc... to your advisor. Really, it would be no different than what I had been doing; I'd still be studying and taking notes, only I'd have to send my results to someone. Does this not sound like the perfect school for a single father?
Well, not really. My first hint that something was fishy was my first day there when they told me that there were no grades. "What?" I said. No grades. Just feedback. It's the journey, not the destination, and all that jazz. Apparently, I'd stumbled into some uber-liberal hippy school. Eeek! Even the transcripts are long essays about the student's growth, written by the advisor, so most schools don't have a damned clue how to transfer the credits over. God, deliver me from this hell. But hey, I’ll give it my best shot.
And I did. Except my advisor was le suck. Other students got back pages upon pages of interaction with their advisor. I got a paragraph of condescension. I thought maybe it was just me, until I found out all this advisor's students were getting the same shrift treatment. I persevered and did my studying, while slowly discovering that studying these esoteric subjects was much more enjoyable when I didn't have to do it.
At the same time, I was temporarily living with my father and his wife, the step-woman. They married long after I'd been out of the house, so I'd never lived with her before. Apparently living with her is like having a Marine drill sergeant in the house. Over the few months I lived there, I was accosted a number of times, seemingly random by the step-woman barging into my room and accusing me of being a liar/thief/alcoholic/drug abuser/Satanist. Pick and choose any combination you'd like, it made it impossible to study at home because of the constant interruptions.
So. I finished my semester and apparently got the Goddard equivalent of an A. I elected to skip a semester to save money and get out of my parents house, which I promptly did. I then found out that none of my advisor's students returned because they were all so put-off by his treatment. I found myself loathing the idea of returning, so I didn't. So the Universe says to me, "No, Jeremy, no metaphysical education or degree for you."
Now, this brings you up to the relative present. I've been working and writing. In between MMI and Goddard, I wrote my first novel and since then have been writing short stories and compiling ideas for more novels. I've been published a little here and there and have come to realize that if there has been one steady path throughout my life, it has been my writing. I honestly believe with a little work, a lot more submitting and perseverance, I could be a successful writer. And here's where the problem comes in.
After thinking, "Hey, I'm good at something, I should go to school for it." and the Universe saying, "Oh, no! Bad idea!" I'm contemplating whether this is a pattern that will yet again repeat itself, because I'm thinking, "Hey, I'm good at writing, I'll get my MFA!" I'd rather not even start if the Universe is going to smack me down and say, "No, Jeremy, no literary education or degree for you!"
See, I've come to realize that having an MFA is like knowing the secret Freemason handshake in the publishing world. It's easier to do everything, from getting an agent to winning contests. However, many, many writers say that if there is one thing a writer should never do it take a writing course. Look at Dan Brown. He teaches writing at some New England prep school and his writing is le suck.
So, what do I do? Do I try yet another school, defying what the Universe seems to be telling? Has it killed all of my previous attempts because that was not my path? Am I just afraid of yet another failure? Perhaps because writing is the last thing that is left to me that I am inherently good at and love, am I afraid to lose that too? Do I take the plunge and go? Do I try to forge my way into publication without the benefit of secret handshakes?
I'm filling out my application for school, but I don't want to fill it out or write my letter with half-a-heart. If I do this, I want to do it like I do everything else, pouring myself into it, with complete and total vim.
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Date: 2006-01-02 08:49 pm (UTC)And did you really read that whole damned thing?!
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Date: 2006-01-02 09:13 pm (UTC)if you're moving to madison anyway it would be a lot easier for you to go back.
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Date: 2006-01-02 10:34 pm (UTC)Go with what your good at. You really don't need a degree to write. You can or you can't and you can.
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Date: 2006-01-03 07:27 pm (UTC)really you have to go after your passion in life no matter what you think the universe is trying to say,... really how often do mere mortals interpret the universe correctly?
oodles of support from this tiny corner of the universe
~britt
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Date: 2006-01-04 10:08 pm (UTC)Ah, thanks for reminding me.