There’s almost something maddening about how I’ll be studying for a test, I’ll get to the point where I can repeat everything off the top of my head, and yet I still keep studying. Maybe I’m just too much of a perfectionist. Maybe it’s just because I’ve got nothing better to do. Or maybe I’m just obsessive-compulsive like that.
Tomorrow it will officially be four weeks until the start of fall semester — my last at UT. I’ve had a lot of grad schools I’ve been looking at this past summer, and now I’m starting to narrow them down a bit. If anyone has any recommendations for a good MFA programme in Creative Writing, I’d love to hear them.
And happy birthday Mom!