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Minda Honey Introduction (University of California, Riverside ’17)

Hi. I’m Minda and I’m three months away from completely changing the direction of my life. Again. Won’t you join me?

"Fortune Favors the Brave"

A year ago, I wasn’t doing so well. I was (and am) in a city I hated, I had just kicked my relationship with my neighbor cold turkey (Mr. Rogers could have saved me had he done just ONE episode on appropriate neighbor relations…), I had practically no friends and the end was not near. I was committed to being in this city for at least another 11 months. I felt helpless. Feelings of helplessness led to lots of lying in bed and staring at my ceiling painted in that perfectly neutral shade luxury apartments paint everything in. It meant fighting the temptation to walk down the stairs and up the block to the liquor store on the corner, but thankfully when I kicked my neighbor; I kicked many vices by association as well.

I am a woman that has been blessed with naturally defaulting to happy. I wake up every morning happy. I end every day in my bed happy. The only things that interfere with this general state of happiness are temporary, situational events in my life. I used this knowledge coupled with the fact that time always passes faster when you have something to look forward to to develop a plan. Thought by thought, I threaded together my own life line: I would apply to MFA programs.

This was not a new idea. In fact, many years ago, after having done very little research, I applied to Chapman, got in and was immediately turned off by the price tag. Once I discovered there were MFA programs that waived tuition, I decided I’d apply again. There was one pesky thing standing in my way: Math. Lots of it packaged in the form of the GRE. While living in LA, I bought all the necessary materials to study for the MFA, but life constantly got in the way. I just wanted to party and bullshit with my friends ALL the time not re-familiarize myself with my old enemy the Pythagoras Theorem. But now, I was in a different city and I had no friends. The only equation that could make studying seem appealing.

I spent the summer prepping for the GRE, took it in the fall and then spent the rest of the fall and winter working on my statement of intent, polishing my portfolio and researching schools. My list of schools changed several times over. How was I supposed to know where I wanted to go when I knew no one personally who had completed an MFA and there was such little information on the internet? Couple this with everyone and their mom, who had done zero research and had no graduate degree of any kind constantly telling me what a bad idea it was to leave my quickly progressing career to get a fairly “meaningless” degree.

Attempting to get care for a strained vocal cord during this same period of time resulted in unexpected health related expenses. I also decided I needed to move to save money just in case I did happen to get into an MFA program the first time around (and why not make my life more stressful?!). This made money tight. Applying to schools is not cheap. But, still I hired one of my professors from the Lighthouse Writers’ Workshop for one-on-one sessions. It was worth every penny, and I highly recommend it. It truly took my writing to the next level and made me aware of what I could accomplish once I was able to focus on my writing full-time with other skilled individuals. This was especially helpful for my Statement of Intent, because I had not written anything along those lines for quite some time. This is an excerpt from the intro,

“I followed the map for the American dream and found myself… lost. I obeyed my parents (studied hard). Went to college (full scholarship). Graduated (Magna Cum Laude). Went to work for corporate America (General Electric; BlackBerry; Rubbermaid) and flourished in a floundering economy. The failure-to-launch trend pieces about twentysomethings are not about me.

But it’s not enough.”

Finally, I narrowed my school list down to six. I chose to focus on schools with Non-Fiction programs (which considerably narrowed my options), with a couple of exceptions and schools that hinted at funding. I applied to:

  • University of New Orleans
  • University of Miami
  • Temple
  • Cornell
  • University of Houston
  • UC Riverside

Location was also important to me. I wanted to either be closer to my family back in Kentucky or someplace it didn’t snow. UNO was at the top of my list, purely, because I felt it’d be very romantic to be a young writer in the Big Easy. I could see living in New Orleans influencing my work greatly.

I used Interfolio to house all of my documents and make things easier for the folks who wrote my letters of recommendation. Instead of them having to send their letters to each school, they sent their letters to Interfolio and Interfolio sent them off to the schools I wanted. Almost all the schools I applied to accepted Interfolio and for the ones that did not Interfolio put my docs in the mail for me. This was also an additional cost, but also one I felt worthwhile and it helped me keep organized.

I completed my undergrad in 2007 and never maintained contact with any of my professors, so I had to get creative with my letters. I asked teachers from the Lighthouse, a teacher from a course I took in the UCLA Extension program and a highly qualified friend from a writing group I spent several years in when I lived in Orange County. Everyone I asked had published at least one book of some sort.

Then I waited.

The MFA Draft ’14 group on FaceBook began to crackle to life with news of acceptances and rejections. My first letter came at the end of February. I was in at Temple. This one sheet of paper with very few words meant I was finally going to near the end of my time in an unhappy situation.

Then a rejection email from Cornell. An Acceptance from UC Riverside. A rejection letter from Houston. I saw in various places that acceptances for UNO had already gone out. I didn’t receive notice, so I assumed I had not been admitted. Then, in mid-March I received a letter from UNO, I was in.

I was so excited. My plan was falling into place beautifully. Still, as excited as I was about UNO, UC Riverside was also on my mind. The acceptance email they sent me was personalized. They called out exactly what they enjoyed about my submission. They rang me on the phone and told me all about the program. They particularly liked that I already had a project in mind that I was working on. Last year they had accepted no one into their program for Creative Non-Fiction, this year there’d only be 4-5 of us. I felt honored.

Then Temple let me know their budget was tight and there likely would be no funding. I pointed out my budget was equally tight and bid them adieu. When I received word from UNO that all of their funding was scheduled to go to second year students, I was heartbroken. Getting in, but not being able to afford it felt so much worse than not having got in at all. If UCR had not offered me a Fellowship, I would have seriously considered going to UNO anyways just for the experience of living in New Orleans. In the end, I decided this just wasn’t the chapter of my life I would get to spend living in that city, but hopefully there’d be a stint somewhere else down the line. I happily fell into the warm, waiting arms of UC Riverside. I’m going, going, back to, back to Cali, Cali! #biggievoice

In addition to UC Riverside making me feel extremely wanted, I was also impressed by the diversity of their staff. I wanted to make sure I would be working with women and persons of color while pursuing my MFA. UC Riverside had the most diverse staff by far of all the schools I looked at.

I’m looking forward to sharing my MFA Years with all of you! Thanks for reading. You can expect periodic posts from me over the summer as I figure out the logistics of moving, buying transportation and finding a new place to live.

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3 Comments

  1. I wish you had gone to UNO. One, because they desperately needed a talent like yourself. And two, so you could have dinner with me. 😉 #purelyselfish

    Ricardo

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  2. Pingback: First Post at “The MFA Years” | Minda Honey

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