by the Warren Wilson MFA program.
I knew it as soon as I saw the thin, business-sized envelope. I knew it and I told Dave that good news never comes in No. 10 envelope.
I write this not because I feel particularly dejected, per se, but because I think it's important not only to write of my successes here but also my failures. It keeps me humble.
I was very interested in the Warren Wilson MFA program and had been quietly falling in love with the program through a slow and close reading of The Story Behind the Story, a collection of short stories by Warren Wilson faculty with appended short essays explaining how they had come to write the story they had written.
But on the flipside, I spent all of today in torturous deliberations about Antioch University vs. Vermont College, and I still haven't been able to write, think, talk, or pro-and-con list my way out of that dilemma, so in all honesty taking one good school out of the running will probably help, not hurt. I read through the entire long admissions acceptance packets those two schools had sent, and I read through the entire 196 pages of Hunger Mountain, Fall 2006, issue 9, the Vermont College Journal of Arts & Letters. And still I wait to hear back from the last two schools.
I am a little sad but strangely not crushed. I am a little bit defeated but at the same time buoyant with the possibilities ahead for me and my writing. I'm in a really weird place. Forgive me.