This week has had its majors ups and downs. Way Downs. Way ups. I cried for about 24 hours (sadly, this is a literal statement) regarding a paper I received back from a professor. B+ in grad school means Fail. You suck. Drop the Class. However, I have decided to accept this grade. I told the prof, I learned a great deal from writing this paper. I need now to turn my attention to poetry. It's just frustrating you can not see what I have learned, and the great value I have in this class from my paper. She accepted this resolution and I am not rewriting a paper which would be like torture to re-write. pointless torture at that.
That was the extreme low.
the extreme high was tonight's poetry reading. I proved something new to myself tonight, which may sound weird, but feels earth shattering to me:
I can read poetry out loud, my poetry out loud, well. and I enjoy it. And it feels important.
Revelatory even.
good night.
2 comments:
*virtual hug* re: paper
may i say that your perseverance in grad school gives me renewed inspiration to apply
you are an amazing lady. huge hugs from cali!
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