You are, officially, in the presence of a Simmons College Children’s Literature Masters graduate.
When I first looked into Simmons a professor in Texas told me, if you go there you will have the most important degree in Children’s Literature in the country. She also warned me that it was the most grueling program and far less warm than the other options. And right she was. I do not have mixed feelings about leaving Simmons behind. I am ready for what’s next, one kitten heel in front of the next. But I know that the nature of this program gave me things beyond its amazing academic experience that others could not.
While I spent my days with books super glued to my palms or in front of my laptop meticulously evaluating every syllable of a paper, I knew this was where I wanted to be. Even when my cat passed away or when I got my first B, even when my boyfriend went out with friends, other girls, other anyone’s other than me or when he said all those awful things like how I was no fun anymore, how I’m broken and then walked out of my house for the last time, even when winter laid down dark and thick and weighty on this city, I never once thought, I am leaving this.
My stuff stayed unpacked. My tuition kept being paid. And I only got better and smarter and utterly adept.
What it boils down to is that you learn what you truly are capable of. You learn what you owe to yourself. Something more than the mundane. Maybe that’s the biggest part of graduate school, of all of that push push push. You learn knowing how hard you can work for something, how much love you hold inside. And then you never let yourself settle. Not on a job. Not on a man. Not on your own self worth.
I stand behind Kristin. She’s a real winner, that one.