Grad

So as you know if you follow my every move via social media, I got a big fat rejection email from the grad program I applied to at the University of Washington. While part of me is surprised--the honors-graduating, essay-planning, highlighter-toting part of me--in many ways, I expected it. My application was viciously progressive, and… Continue reading Grad

Grad School

Everyone thinks I'm going to get into my grad program except me. In preparation for the inevitability of reapplying next year, I am reading Octavia Butler's entire bibliography since I'll write my (nonexistent) master's thesis on her work and Afrofuturism. I worry that grad school would cut into my dramatic network television watching though. Thinking… Continue reading Grad School