by Lyndsay Hall The way my MFA program worked, we received in the mail a spiral-bound, paperback book of our peers’ work that we were to read before meeting for workshop a few weeks later. The work was hit or miss by nature: The due dates for these particular pieces came in the middle of…
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Fourth Grade: On Learning Confidence
Everyone from my mother to my great aunt to my soccer coach to my teachers hyped up my potential, and, I now believed, every one of them had lied. “Chase your dreams,” they told me. “You’re special.” No wonder I didn’t think the rules applied to me. I had a special sense of purpose on the inside. A feeling that maybe I was a bit better than the rest. That I could do no wrong. This failure shattered that illusion and sent the artist in me retreating inwards, lying in the fetal position deep in the back of my heart.