“I wouldn’t be very proud of it,” my mother said. She was looking at the work I’d done on the high school yearbook.
I closed the book and put it back in my lap. My excuses rang in my head, and I looked out the window.
“Sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t’ve put it like that.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t…” I shrugged. I’d been on the advertising staff and done the layouts of several ads. “The graduation ceremony is outside, you know. We’re going to be so hot out there,” I said.
We didn’t mention the yearbook again.
How do you react when you’ve done a job you’re not proud of?
I’m considering applying for an MFA program near where I live. And as I think about the samples of my writing I have to submit, I feel sick. My stomach turns over and over. How do you get rid of this feeling? It pains me to look at my work. How on earth am I going to handle sharing my work in a class? Assuming I can even get in…
Why do we make ourselves crazy (well, me then), over something that is not the end of life and the universe?