One Ounce of Good Luck

The English department at my college is pretty small. It consists of two majors: Writing and Publishing, along with English Literature and Language. In total, there are probably twenty professors involved. Tops. A majority of those teach Writ 101 and Writ 102, while there are about 7 or 8 that teach the upper level courses.

How this applies to my life: There were only a few people I could have gotten as advisors. Out of all of them, there would have been only three that I would have been happy to have. Those are Amir, Kauth, and Grasse. I'm actually not even sure that Grasse is an advisor, but I know the other two are. If I had planned to stay at Benedictine, I would have gone to my advisor and asked specifically for Amir, considering that he's my boss' best friend and demanded I have him.

Instead, on a draw of luck, I received Kauth. Because I was leaving, I was utterly disappointed to see a professor who is absolutely amazing on my advisor list. I tried to avoid it. I tried to put it out of my mind, pretend that Karen-the-Terrible was still my advisor. That was working, until today.

Prof. Kauth emailed me, telling me how excited she is to have me as an advisee and how she looks forward meeting to me before I plan my schedule for next week. I had to send an email back telling her that I have to leave Benedictine, regretfully.

And there are things that make me feel regretful about it. My job at the library is the best job that a person my age could get. I get really decent hours there and never have to worry about a changing schedule. My boss is amazing, as are my coworkers.

The writing and literature department here has been good to me, despite how small they are. I've gotten the best professors and they've taught me a lot.

There's just more for me at home.

New York is a bigger place for publishing. I have more opportunities to get internships there. Albany has the 4+1 year program where I can get my masters degree by the time I'm twenty three.

I found out last night that Dave and I are getting a house. His parents are signing the mortgage over to us when they move, which is extremely unexpected and crazy awesome.

Back to New York I go, but I will look back on my time in Chicago with happiness.