Multiple Enthusiasms

Infinite jest. Excellent fancy. Flashes of merriment.

Nesting (or, wish me luck)


Got an interview. For a sah-weeeet! job I’d really like, as an instructor at a community college. So wish me luck there. Gotta dig out my transcripts

(my transcripts are awesome. My undergrad transcript? Like, 150 credits over four years, 3.6 GPA with a 3.975 in my major

[that single 3.5 in my major came from a “Contemporary American Fiction” class that completely ignored all the great writers like, say, Bradbury, King, Chandler, and early-to-mid-era Koontz in favor of, like, DeLillo and Moody. And just their stories

{partly why contemporary American fiction blows

/I got a 3.5 because I wrote my major paper on some random story about this girl in an all-girls’ school who befriended the nun headmaster. It wasn’t a very good story, but I distinctly remember a very sexual undertone running throughout it. My teacher didn’t like when I pointed it out. He said I was “wrong.”

-like a reader can ever be wrong-\}]).



    July 8, 2008 at 4:53 am

    Hey love! I haven’t been around cuz I was in Turkey BUT congrats on the interview and good luck πŸ™‚

  2. Best of luck. After having David Krause as Lit professor, I’ve been spoiled. When challenged with a student’s idea of other authors that he should have included in his syllabus, he went out and obtained copies for us all. Sure, it was more homework, but I read some amazing works that way.

    I wrote over the three day weekend, really wrote. I was cranking out 7+ pages an hour for several hours. Three am found me wide awake after feeding the twins, the light switch only obtainable via three creaky spaces of flooring, my laptop beside me, so I found myself thinking “What would Will do? Will would write.” πŸ™‚

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