All posts tagged: OSU

In Search of Lost Mojo (An introduction)

Image: Adeline Oka You applied to MFA programs last winter peddling your best traits: a voracious curiosity and an insatiable lust for soul-stirring prose. A year later, after a 17-day cross-country road trip originating in South Florida, after getting settled during one of those famed blissful Pacific Northwestern summers—the apex of which was witnessing a cosmically rare solar eclipse from smack dab in the path of totality—after briefly evacuating to New York City when those dreamy days combusted into a toxic haze fueled by catastrophic wildfires, you find yourself in rural Oregon the night before fall quarter starts, shivering in your Miami clothes, frozen before a white screen. Fraud, you scream in your head. It’s not that you knowingly deceived the ad-coms; what you’re realizing is, like the photo from eight years ago you still keep on your Tinder profile, that portrait of your writer self is outdated. That version was based on who you thought you were at 24, when you first seriously considered getting an MFA upon realizing, during your first graduate program, that you didn’t just want to read …

An Inside Look With Alana Folsom, Oregon State University ’16

Image: Greg Keene What is it like living in Corvallis? How far does your stipend go there living wise? Living in Corvallis isn’t bad, but my frame of reference for college towns is pretty piss poor because I went to undergrad in rural Maine. That said, it’s pretty affordable to live in town (cheap housing can be found, farmer’s markets can be shopped at, $2 beers can be acquired, etc.) and I like the community feel of knowing that if you go to one of the four or so popular coffee places, you’re bound to run into someone from the program who you can chat with for an inordinate amount of time instead of actually working (the point of coffee shops?). I will say, though, that if you want to leave Corvallis—we’re 90 min from Portland and 3-4 hours from Seattle, traffic depending—then the stipend quickly becomes Just Not Enough. I’m lucky in that I squirreled money away from my job and I’ve been eating through that savings so I can be a happy human and …