it occurred to me today while discussing the moral issues in an ursula le guin story in my teaching class, that i should just give up and go to law school.
one of my students asked me today how many programs i applied to for mfas. it was a little embarrassing (i said 4 but it is more like 6). i wonder if admitting i got rejected from everywhere but state cut down on my credibility as a creative writing instructor. maybe if i worked really hard i could get into a decent law school and have a profitable life with many people to feel jealous of my money and accomplishments.
i still have homework to do and guacamole in my teeth. i think i might make the best guacamole in the universe. i’d invite you over to eat some but now it is all gone.