I don’t know where to start or where to honestly post this, but I figured this forum would work, as I’m based in Michigan, and UofM is one of the schools I am considering.
I am Canadian; I finished high school with a 93% average and went on to the University of British Columbia. I graduated with a BA in English Honors, with an Emphasis in English Literature with a GPA of 3.7. Ever since stepping foot on a college campus, everything changed for me. I hate being cliché, but I mean it; everything about academia I adore. I just feel home and myself when I’m there, and I love the research and the teaching, not to mention everything it stands for.
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Not to trauma dump, but I think the context will help. I left home at a very early age. I started working when I was probably around 10? I started getting paid when I was 12, and I saved up every penny I had so I could go to postsecondary education. My biological parents were immigrants, and they moved to Canada with this idealized image of living out the white-picket-fence dream. Reality hit, and life did not live up to that, and they were very bitter. As the eldest, I was always told it was my responsibility to take care of the family, both as a child and as an adult. Since I can remember, my parents were at work, and it was on me to keep the house together, cleaning it, cooking, and raising my baby sister. To them, college meant that I would become a doctor and give them the dream they always wanted. But I was imperfect. I dealt with a lot of intense physical and emotional abuse. Once my mom had tried to kill me, I packed my bags, took my cat, and tried to find my way. I initially saw it as this escape from my situation, but academia became so, so much more to me.
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I eventually got into college and tried at first to stick to the path of being in a specialized medical undergraduate program, but I realized that I was still trying to live up to their standards. That throughout all the labs and countless calculus classes, it was not that I loved the topics; I loved writing about it. I took a jump and applied for transfer into arts, and I got in. As much as I faced hardship, I loved analyzing stories, finding their deeper meaning, and seeing what deeper story they painted for me. At the same time, I adored writing stories that also did the same, creating my own art. I always took stances that involved a lot about queer theory, ecocriticism, feminism, and trauma. I went on to do my undergraduate thesis on intergenerational trauma and the cycle of violence, how it continues, and how it takes resistance to break through it.
Graduating, I knew I wanted to come back. I want to eventually do a PhD. I want to become a professor where I further research and delve more into intergenerational trauma and understand it further to also help others who have been in my shoes. To help us understand why and to have that closure. I am also fascinated by how storytelling also lets us heal from it when done properly, not as trauma porn. With my stories and experiences, I really also have so much passion for creative writing.
With this, I had applied. for MFAs and I still intend to. I want to do an MFA in Fiction and then eventually a PhD in CRWR or English Literature. I did not get into any of the programs I had applied for originally, as with my situation, I am looking at something fully funded. I know it sounds crazy, but it is truly something I want to aim for, not only so I can afford it but also to get into those schools for the experience they will give me. Second time I applied, I got waitlisted for one, but I did not get in.
I am approaching my third year of applying. I know I am stubborn, but I won’t give up. In prior years, I did not really have a stable job; I had a hard time finding one that was not temp/part-time. I just got a full-time job this year at a small university in Michigan working in communications/marketing, but I still cannot stop thinking about doing a MFA and PhD. I don’t care about growing in my current role, as that is my main and only goal.
I wanted to share my story and see if anyone had any advice with applying, with what to do, how to organize my portfolio, references, or anything you can think of. I really fully appreciate any input you can give. These are the ones I am considering, but I am open to hearing any recommendations for schools and how I can reach my dream:
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Cornell
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UofM
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Columbia
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University of Hawaii
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University of Pittsburgh
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Brown
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University of Iowa
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Ohio State
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University of Massachusetts Amherst
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University of Virginia
Thank you. I look forward to hearing from you. (@AustenNut I heard you might be of help!)
