A poem I wrote during a bout of procrastination. Unedited and clichéd, it’s the first poem I’ve written in a while. I’m definitely out of practice! If I feel up to it, I may tweak/rewrite it in the next few days, but thought I might as well share it here since it’s something I have…
Photo: My father, circa 2003. Taken on a visit home during my first year in college. I wrote the following short story (non-fiction) for my Ethnography class. It’s too personal and emotional for me to really edit, alter, or attempt to submit for publication, so I’ve opted to share it here. ____________ September 20th, 2006:…
The first class of my graduate degree is a comprehensive study of sociology, ethnography, and the deeply personal exploration of autoethnography. The Director of the MLS recommended it as a good transitional class from my BFA, as it combines the creativity of storytelling with academic research and self-exploration [when generalized to cultural norms and perception].…
Chirp, chirp! That was the first sound I heard this morning. Despite what you’re thinking, it was not an overeager bird outside my window nor my alarm clock. (In case you’re wondering, my friends, my alarm clock is actually the melodic lullabies of the talented Bruno Mars. Because, really, is there any better way to…
An edited photograph just dying for a story. Get to writing, my friends! Please comment with a link to your story if you’d like to share! ~ Victoria Elizabeth
The last chapter of my Full Sail University education has officially come to a close: The Aviator, the university’s literary journal, released their 11th volume today, marking my final publication with the school. I submitted work shortly before my graduation in October and I was fortunate to have both a poem and an edited photograph…
I stumbled across an old photo one of my former teachers used as a writing prompt in his class. While I couldn’t find the original story I had written for it (I’m sure it was awful – I was a brand new writing student and my zeal often sabotaged my storytelling abilities), I did decide…
I am very happy to report that my interview with the Director of the MLS program went well on Friday and I have officially been accepted into graduate school – WOOHOO! I cannot believe how much has changed, grown, and evolved in my life in the past three years. I never believed I’d be going…
In honor of us turning (violently and without enough warning!) into December, I wrote a silly poem to remind everyone of why we do this to ourselves every year: it’s not about the presents, the food, the decorating, or the hub-bub that we go through to get everything together. We do this for our families.…
“Nothing behind me, everything in front of me, as is ever so on the road.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road. I was in the first year of my bachelor’s degree when an instructor encouraged me to read On the Road. My professor had witnessed my struggle to find a balance between self-expression and my…
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