All posts tagged: University of Missouri

Two months into a long way to go

A long way to go… CC: tommy@chau The first month (or two) I spent at Mizzou, I was a crazy person. My life seemed like a whirlwind of intimidations. I was a part of a cohort of people who had never ending CVs—people who have spent the last years getting their MAs or MFAs, teaching, writing, publishing, while I’ve spent the last few years learning how property passes to one’s survivors at the time of death in the State of Florida. My apartment still, even now, lacks major furniture and I just bought a bookcase (of which I proudly negotiated the final price down $10 without even referencing a student discount, what!) a week ago. My pieces in workshop aren’t what I want them to be, I’m not writing how often I would like and I haven’t begun any books outside of my seminar texts. I guess I had this idea that once I got to grad school, I would somehow turn into a disciplined, self-willed woman who can speed read and write flawlessly before …

About those applications

Image: Mark Grapengater Everyone has a “hardest part.” The research was mine. I started like any millennial would: I googled it: “MFAs,” “Graduate Programs for Writers,” “Creative Nonfiction MA programs.” I looked up my favorite writers to see if they taught anywhere; if they did, I researched that program. I found a few articles that helped me and many were listed on AWP’s website. AWP also has a fantastic search for programs that can be filtered for seemingly any criteria. I spent a lot of time there. I wanted a program outside of Florida, because even though the swampy peninsula will be in my heart forever, I had to climb out of it into the rest of the contiguous 48. There’s a search on AWP that can filter writing programs by region. My guy and I love the west; he loves the snow, I love the views, we both love the hiking and the novelty of adventure. So I filtered to the regions west of the Mississippi. From there it can filter types of degree, …

Bailey Boyd Introduction (University of Missouri ’17)

Image: Moose Winans I waited to write this until I was here, in Missouri, in my apartment in Columbia. I waited until I drove home from the airport in Kansas City after Edward flew away on Southwest, back to Orlando International and the house we shared together. I waited until I woke up alone, to a day with no agenda, to read and to write instead of slipping on ballet flats, a conservative skirt and a cardigan for my painfully cold office. My story begins four years ago, when I graduated from Stetson University. It traces the time I spent applying for a job teaching English in Spain and realizing I hadn’t included my fingerprints in the application (a sign), the day I didn’t call in for my second interview with a job prospect in Boston because, well, I had met a guy (wrong guy, but still: sign), the morning I sat for the LSAT on the weekend my car broke down, the night before when I mistakenly set my alarm for the post meridiem …