I graduated with an MFA in Creative Writing. A bit sad to leave the program, but it was time. I’ve received all I wanted from the program… and more. A lot of alumni come back for the weekend; some even fly in. A testament to the community of the program. Peace out, Queens.
I’m pretty sure I killed it at my thesis reading. Several students, faculty, and family of graduates came up to me in the days after to tell me how much they enjoyed it. I tried to upload it here and on Facebook, but it didn’t work. I’ll find a way. Not to brag, but I think I killed it.
I had planned on staying with a friend for a few days after graduation in Asheville, North Carolina. It’s an artsy, bohemian town located in the mountains. A couple days before I was to arrive, he informed me something came up and he wouldn’t be able to be home. I decided to come anyway. I chose to stay at the cheapest place I could find. $126 for three nights at The Mountaineer Inn. You do get what you pay for. I figured I would be in town most days anyhow. Still, there’s something to be said for not feeling as if the bedding houses tiny bugs that crawl on your skin when you’re sleeping. But I enjoyed Asheville. Here are two pictures of my eventful week. I wanted to post more, but WordPress hates me lately.