A Taste of School

I started writing again - I have been seriously mulling over the idea of applying for half MFA Writing programs and half BA to PhD programs. So I'm not really going to be posting in the same way I have been - trying to channel the juices elsewhere.

I was cleaning out my inbox (I'm an email purger - I have a very small inbox) and I found a reading list I had emailed to myself. Let's look at my progress shall we?  Most are just names because I have offered myself the grace of finding whatever I can find and reading it for the author in question.


Achebe, C Things Fall Apart
Angelou, Mya - Why the Caged Bird Sings
Baldwin, James - Giovanni's Room, Go Tell it on the Mountain
Bellow, S
Brande, Dionne no language is neutral
Burgess, Anthony - A Clockwork Orange - HARD book
Byatt, A S Possession  - this was a give up - the novel is horrible, especially since I've seen the movie already
Coetzee, Waiting for the Barbarians
De Foe, Daniel
Dickenson, Emily
DuBois
Elliot, TS The Waste Land
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Faulkner
Fitzgerald, F Scott The Great Gatsby was actually really good
Foster, EM Howard's End
Frost, Robert
Ginsberg, Alan - I LOVE Howl, but I guess I should check out the rest
Halker, Marilyn
Hall, Radclyffe Well of Loniness
Hawthorne, N Scarlet Letter
Heller, Joseph Catch 22
Hughes, Langston
Huxley, A A Brave New World
Kogawa, Joy - Obasan
Mansfield, Katherine
Marlowe, Christopher
Melville, Herman - Moby Dick
Plath, Sylvia - Bell Jar
Plato - Ulysses
Poe, Edgar Allan
Shelly, Mary Frankenstein
Shiguro, Kazuo Remains of the Day
Stein, Gertude
Walker, Alice - The Colour Purple
Washington, Booker T
Whitman, Walt
Whittier, James
Wright, Richard
Yeats

Sad isn't it - just a fraction what I need to read and I've only read a fraction of it...

Moving Forward

I am slowly putting one foot in front of the other - literally and figuratively.

I pick courses this week - trying to decide if I trust RateMyProfessor more than I trust my barista.
I start training - very slowly.
I start studying for the GRE Lit exam this week - in theory trying to figure out a schedule - like Mondays - Math, Tuesday - Vocabulary, Wednesday - Verbal etc.
I start making a list of who to humble myself before - I have one TA in mind who is now a PhD - got an A+ in his class - granted it was an intro class and ages ago - don't think it will fly - Ms. J claims I have nothing to lose, funny I still think I do, darn pride.

Work is more stressful these days now that my least responsible employee is back from her extended leave, making more work for me. I am sniffling again. Someday I am sure I will be healthy, just not today. And yes because he really needs more blog time around here, I am trying to make active steps away from AB. You know I never realized that having sex with a person would make the tearing yourself away from that person seem like a battle you can never win. If it isn't the sense of loneliness, then it's the sense of shame/guilt and if it isn't that it's the frustration/anger at a person walking away not because they don't love you, it's because they can't grow up (his words not mine - not ready for commitment).

Anyways, apparently it's Monday, so I have word problems and geometry to get to - I love the GRE, I love the GRE, I don't love the GRE. Boo.

One of my new real loves

So while I'm trying to convince my brain that it LOVES: basic math (fractions, bedmas, etc), obscure and obtuse vocabulary, and memorizing large chunks of 18th century poets, it needs no assistance in it's new real loves for white chocolate soy Americano misto's and GLEE. So on the note of GLEE and what they've made likely one of the most popular songs by Journey I give you this cover, and yes I am aware it's not GLEE, I might argue it's even slightly better, eek.