It’s been about a year since I started a new job and a full time Masters Program. Life is funny that way, isn’t it? You look, and look, and look for a job in your desired field, and then BAM, a job comes out of nowhere, and you didn’t even have to get a resume together. And then you talk, and talk, and debate, and talk about whether you should go back to school, then BAM, you get into your first choice program and begin.
Life cycles are bizarre and curious things. I sit at my dining room table every evening doing homework with both my 4th and 6th graders (my Kindergarten draws or cuts out snowflakes). We have conversations about assignments, and productivity, and whether highlighters are better than simply underlying text with a pen. “I can’t tuck you into bed tonight,” I’ll call upstairs some evenings. “I have too much homework.”
“I can’t unload the dishwasher right now,” one of them will say. “I have too much homework.”
Going back to school, in some ways, has put me back into the same phase of life as my children. We bemoan our lack of reading-for-leisure time. We compete about who has the greater work load and complain about assigned readings we feel are boring and irrelevant. We pass a thesaurus around when we write papers. We accuse each other of jamming the printer. We debate the merits of having several thinner loose leaf notebooks over having one giant one.
We are in two separate life cycles, that bisect and conjoin at a shared arc. My daughters have barely embarked on their education journey, and I’m hoping to be at the end of mine. And yet, in the middle somewhere, in this place of shared learning and studying, our goals mirror and match.
I head to Charlotte, North Carolina for my third MFA residency in early January. And before then, I’ll be buried in assignments for school. Keep an eye out for a couple of upcoming pieces of mine on ArtsATL, but otherwise, I hope you have a wonderful end of 2013.
I’ll see you on the other side.