Glass ceiling

I keep hitting the glass ceiling at Western. I've learned all that I can from my writing professors. I feel like I could be teaching many of their classes. Workshops with other students offer me little for improvements for revision. And you couldn't pay enough as an editor to read some of the contrived bullshit I'm forced to read for workshops. These are senior level writers not some freshman with a Hemmingway fixation.

Why did I have to get sick two years ago and fail all those classes? Why couldn't I make up my mind about my major - english, pre-law, pre-med? If I'd been more decisive and healthier, I'd have graduated last May. I would be in a graduate program and far away from the dating cess pool of Gunnison. Next year can't come soon enough.

The shitty thing is that I'm still in classes so I can't devote any of my time to submitting to magazines or study for the GRE. I test well; however, I need to do REALLY well to compensate for the grades I got the semesters I was sick. I won't be graduating with honors but I will be graduating without regret.

There is nothing I didn't do. I was honest when it was painful. I loved my friends. I contributed to the campus and to the Gunnison community - Pathfinder, Marginalia, Top O' the World, Newman, Wordhorde, Lysistrata, Vagina Monologues, 24 hour Play Fest, Student Government, College Democrats, County Democrats.