I’m still pretty pissed about the retarded workshop feedback. Retarded as in, I got a few sentences from nearly half the workshop that qualifies as “written feedback”–retarded as in, it must have taken them 2 minutes to write (tops)…retarded as in, they must have only hurriedly read my manuscript.
WTF am I paying my MFA program all this money for?
One of my mentors, and I think I mentioned this, told me that if you help other writers you will be blessed. He really stressed the importance of reading carefully, providing thoughtful critique and putting the work in. I don’t know what’s going on with my peers here.
I guess–this is all a lot about my readjustment back into the MFA atmosphere. I’ve had a semester+summer break from the program, and have lived my life in sheltered solitude as I recovered.
The reality is…that this lack of consideration, and overwhelming selfishness is not new. (Remember the time I stepped onto campus right after my stroke? Whew!) I had just forgotten it existed, and I am still recovering my ability to cope with all of it.
People can be mean, especially so in an MFA program. I had totally forgotten that. And they can be selfish, especially so in an MFA program.