For the longest time in my teenage years I didn’t know that college extended past the four years for anyone besides lawyers and doctors. I was naïve, or ignorant. But the fact remained my priorities didn’t involve reading and writing. To me, words existed mundanely. It wasn’t until I was 20 that I realized my ignorance was holding me back. I won’t go into the details but I changed course, heading straight towards a career in writing that no doubt will involve graduate school.
Realistically I’d like to just move to Siberia to write and read the rest of my life not having to worry about anyone but myself but that might not be the most intelligent option. I respect intelligent decisions, so becoming a writing professor is the front runner so far. I accept that I may not be the next great novelist or screenwriter, but I have no doubt that I can assist and educate the next individual who happens to own that potential.
My first TRUE professor was my film teacher at the community college by my house. I say “true” because I never bothered learning any of my previous teacher’s names for lack of interest in their subject or existence. Once I began to learn screenwriting and creative writing I stopped forgetting about all the wild things in my head and started writing them down, I’d very much like to help other people with similar situations discover creative writing. It’s an outlet, not just anyone can write for money, but everyone can express themselves with words.
That being said I’m concerned about a few things. I don’t want to pay a bunch of money and not learn anything, I really have no clue what to expect from graduate school. I also am not sure what is expected of me. I refuse to learn poetry and to work on anything besides fiction and screen writing, so finding the correct program will be tough I suppose. I’m picky. I want value in my education, unless it’s a means to an end like Rowan. New York seems to be my best bet, I have a friend in the NYPD who lives in Brooklyn. I could live with him and save money on housing while honing my craft in a centralized area.
Realistically I’d like to just move to Siberia to write and read the rest of my life not having to worry about anyone but myself but that might not be the most intelligent option. I respect intelligent decisions, so becoming a writing professor is the front runner so far. I accept that I may not be the next great novelist or screenwriter, but I have no doubt that I can assist and educate the next individual who happens to own that potential.
My first TRUE professor was my film teacher at the community college by my house. I say “true” because I never bothered learning any of my previous teacher’s names for lack of interest in their subject or existence. Once I began to learn screenwriting and creative writing I stopped forgetting about all the wild things in my head and started writing them down, I’d very much like to help other people with similar situations discover creative writing. It’s an outlet, not just anyone can write for money, but everyone can express themselves with words.
That being said I’m concerned about a few things. I don’t want to pay a bunch of money and not learn anything, I really have no clue what to expect from graduate school. I also am not sure what is expected of me. I refuse to learn poetry and to work on anything besides fiction and screen writing, so finding the correct program will be tough I suppose. I’m picky. I want value in my education, unless it’s a means to an end like Rowan. New York seems to be my best bet, I have a friend in the NYPD who lives in Brooklyn. I could live with him and save money on housing while honing my craft in a centralized area.