I am so done!

My last essay is written, printed, and ready to be turned in. I will walk into school this morning, slip it into the professor's mail box, and say

I am so F*****g done.

Course I will have to wait around a few hours, see some students, teach my final comp class at NCSU (won't say ever cause I might some day do so again).

Already I can feel the what do I do nows creeping up. But I think packing and preparing for the move to TX will help delay them. Who has time to worry about what to do if one is busy boxing things.

Tomorrow I am going to get up early and slide down to the arboretum and do some holidaying. I am looking forward to being able to do this without feeling guilty for putting off something important.

I am an MFAer now.

Mike
MFA
How cool is that?

Wednesday April good lord

We have a home in Denton. Bit scary, but exciting as well.









Today is the start of NCSU Libraries annual Friends book sale. Bags of books go for 5 bucks each. I will be leaving soon to see if I can come home with some new shelf stabilizers.

Two classes left to take in this Masters, and two more to teach! I am more excited abut completing this program than I was about finishing my BA. It is great to be able to say I have a masters. Not bad for a high school drop out.

post reading

One begins by saying, play the video in the post below, as it plays, and you read this post, all will become clear.

Last night was reading night, the final, official semi-informal event for my MFA. At 8 last evening, I was sitting in Brueggers (a poor imitation of Timmie's)nervously clutching in my sweat damp hands the few poems I would read. There were nine of us leaving the program last night, and I was to read number five. Fortunately, I was able to enjoy the few poets (fiction does not agree with me) who preceded me. My reading was short, sweet, and from the word around here, not too bad.

The MFA feels finished now. I can settle in and enjoy my status as a high school drop out/graduate student/poet. How strange to sit here this morning and know I have achieved a dream. I am savoring the moment, and (knock on wood) I am happy.

I took some wisteria photos yesterday, soon as I get the chance, I will post one if it came out ok.

Now, about the video. Carol got the job in Denton Texas, so we will be going to Texas next month (tentative move date June 1). Texas. It tastes funny still, but if I repeat it often enough, maybe it won't sound so strange.

Everyone is invited to my place for Christmas, we can drive to the Gulf and spend the day on the beach.

Texas.

Nope, still feels weird.

Texas

What?

I said Texas.