As I sat in my study cleaning my new Aztec 700, which I decided to call Cuauh, something burned in me...no it was not the enchiladas. I couldn't handle the silence, the anxious wait, the impotent desire of figuring out if I did or did not get into one of the three MFA programs. Bennington, Boston and Warren-Wilson alike, promised to contact applicants within two to six weeks. It is no secret that they contact accepted applicants first and usually via phone. Well, I gave them four weeks to reach the frozen chosen and figure that weeks five and six are for the unelected, unreached, unwanted. So, tonight I turned to a blog called Suburban Ecstasies, which on top of offering good poetry, it tracks the dates in which schools notify applicants. So, as the 2009 numbers appeared on the right column and there, in blue lettering it appeared that Bennington has already notified its fiction applicants on March 12, 2009. I'm assuming they are done notifying their elect by now, so I'm counting this as a definite MISS, and hoping for two out of three to come back with a positive response. Boston has already notified its Poetry applicants but no word on fiction yet--so I'm still hoping and praying and wishing and thinking, planning and dreaming each night of their halls, which gets me no closer at all....a bit for the doo wop humor.
Well, the wait continues and we can safely assume that I'm not buying any tickets to Vermont any time soon. One down...
A picture of Cuauh:
Is it the waiting or the not knowing, or not knowing while you wait? What's worse? Well, to help the wait along, Bennington was the first of the three MFA programs to which I applied, that showed signs of life. It's an email, which posed a dilemma: digital or anablog? Because it's short and is also the only excuse I have for typing today, here it is. So, if you're at all curious about how these letters go, here is an example. Holy student loans Batman, I'm going for broke.
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