In a perfect world the MFA is straightforward: you go to class, you do your writing, and you teach or work on a literary magazine. When I started at Brooklyn, everything else in my life settled into place, whether it conformed to my busy life or went on temporary hold until I finished my degree.… Continue reading In Sickness and In Health
When I was six years old, I started seeing a therapist. There were many reasons why I was in Doctor Davis' care—an overactive imagination, inappropriate concern for World War III, existential dread—but the majority of our sessions revolved around relaxation. He and I played this game where we would try to relax as much as possible,… Continue reading On (Necessary) Self Care
I had this wonderful delusion that I would write this post from an airport Starbucks while lazily sipping an iced coffee and reflecting on my first semester. Yeaaaaah, no. It didn't work out that way at all. I got to JFK with plenty of time. Then I got “randomly selected” and subjected to a full body… Continue reading A Quarter of the Way
Although I am carting many identities with me to grad school—Afro-Latinx, low-income, LGBTQ—my disability is often the first hurdle I face when in a new environment. I posted back in March that applying to schools as a disabled applicant had been extremely stressful. I had a hell of a time finding information on a lot… Continue reading Accessibility and You (Yes, You)
Image: Sven-Kåre Evenseth I never thought this could be my life. Since starting grad school I’ve been giddy. Excited. Thrilled beyond belief. The summer was a slow, ticking rise up the roller coaster track and these last two weeks in grad school have been the wondrous fall. I'm still feeling the adrenaline. I already wrote… Continue reading Jess Silfa Introduction Part Deux: Brooklyn College ’18 Edition
