My girl is packed and gone back to campus this morning. As another semester begins I see her off as I see off the whole student body of which I am no longer a part. It leaves me feeling empty, without direction, lost.
Jobless, school less, I look at my near empty nest and feel a hollow ache in my belly and the water building in my eyes. I search for direction beyond the tears and reason to rise from the bed to find hope beyond the despair.
Unlike last years reinstatement in academia to finish my degree, as a college graduate there is a whole application process with its deadlines that require consideration, planning, and a new long-term commitment. Although I have considered many choices from a variety of disciplines I teeter between: the disciplines, the schools, and where I want to go in life. As this is so paramount in the age of joblessness, being at the ass end of the boomers with another fifteen plus years in the workforce, to build education debit with this dim economic forecast seems ludicrous.
As my experience is in the support services of both education and healthcare I have always felt secure, not so anymore as the cutbacks stripped jobs in both industries. All I have left is my writing and a piece of paper that declares my professional status at it all.
As I write to find solutions, I’ve decided on creating my own syllabus as a guideline to grow as a writer. I will explore courses that sound interesting from the perspective of a writer and select readings from the various courses to build my syllabus. My first assignment will be a revisit of William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury. The next will be Virginia Woolf‘s Mrs. Dalloway and then Alice Walker‘s The Color Purple.
I also plan to continue to attend lectures at campus’ throughout the New York metropolitan area.
For those of you who have taken writing courses I would appreciate if you would add to my syllabus your reading suggestions and assignments.