Once upon a time, I flunked out of college. I’ve been hiding out with a giant stack of books for 5 years, and have developed some pretty specific academic interests. I finally feel ready to return, but I stink on paper and I’ve got caviar taste in schools. Help me explain myself and understand the audience to whom I’m doing all this explaining?
I’m a 24 year old lady. I’m writing (and re-writing) (and scrapping) (and writing again) my essays which supplement the applications I’m sending out to finish my undergrad degree. I’m pretty facile with words, but the ghosts of my anxiety and self-doubt are giving me hell; I’m having a hard time understanding what kind of balance I should be striking between the conversational and the pragmatic, where I should allow my words to reflect fully the extent of my enthusiasm and ability (if I even should at all) or where I should just stick to the facts, where being penitent is useful and where it will hurt me. Essentially, I’m having a lot of trouble with the tone of my writing and presenting the information in the most palatable way possible for an audience I don’t fully understand. Also, brevity—what to emphasize, what to ease up on?
I am naturally a very candid person and writer, and I recognize how this has sabotaged me in some past professional contexts, or certainly dissuaded me from certain pursuits where I would have to appeal to any potentially very serious crowd. I am not exactly a very serious person. One of the things I want to communicate with the most clarity is that while I may appear on paper to be a somewhat risky prospect for admission, I am actually incredibly passionate, ambitious, and disciplined academically. I’m scared that any hint of my indelicate, admittedly sort of bawdy nature might read as a liability, but I sound mechanical and oblique when I write it out entirely. How do I manage sincerity without scaring anyone off?
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The specifics are these (obscenely long but relevant?):
I was a really lackluster student for my entire life. In 3rd grade they tried sticking me in special ed because I refused to do my homework, but I was quickly pulled (uncooperative, not disturbed, apparently). The homework tradition, however, continued and I was failing various classes starting from 6th grade. I frustrated every parent and teacher in my radius, pinned as one of those “exceptionally bright and lazy” students whom they assumed would come to full bloom in college.
I did not.
In fact, I mostly wilted. I was attending a good but ill-fitting school and found myself overwhelmed by a few things, specifically a new body (I had lost about 100 lbs in the last year), an existential crisis about this purported intellectual largesse of mine which I had never had to flex, and the complete terror of finding that while college was basically just high school with slightly nicer booze and less parents, I would find myself paralyzed in front of my desk trying to juice my brain for a breezy two page paper on something I understood with total ease for like, 8 hours at a time. I often wouldn’t hand things in at all. I had this habit of doing all the required work for a course, never submitting any hard evidence of that other than class discussions, and then imploding at finals, which were generally papers I wouldn’t hand in because I could never finish them, no matter how wisely I divided my time.
I felt stupid. Beyond stupid, and fraudulent. I, too, had given myself the benefit of the doubt and assumed that when “properly challenged,” I’d sprout upwards like a magic stupid beanstalk, but I wasn’t capable of that no matter how much I wanted it. I had also somehow charmed my way out of developing any sort of academic skill-set for my whole life. With my depression and drunken spiraling came some other life traumas, and after 3 semesters I was asked to “withdraw for a semester” to get it together. I had failed 4 of my 12 classes. The others I had done B minus to A minus range in.
I retreat home. Work 2 full time jobs, save $ to get away from parents who hate me for flunking out. Decide to give myself education I had not been able to hack at college, punish myself with French lit theory just to prove to myself that I can. Actually get into this theory. Actually get into a lot of theory, especially of the feminist sort. Move. Have nice life.
After 2 years, I signed up for some evening classes at the local state school to see if I felt up to the challenge, and to see if I was really meant to be a student—if so, I’d go back for real. I was more secure and decently well read, but very nervous. Shock, horror: same thing starts happening, with the paralysis, panic, papers. I am heartbroken. “These classes were for morons, WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?” I ask psychiatrist. He tortures me with the equivalent of an 8 hour IQ test to conclude I have ADD, which I had never believed in and found mostly absurd or environmental or whatever; yes, yes, everyone has ADD, I say. My grades at end of the semester are nothing to write home about.
I sign up for two more classes. I read more about ADD and decide that even if it’s imaginary, I will manage my life as if it was real. Things improve a bit. I write a paper for a grad-level Romantic Lit course, trying to tie in independent interests to my education so I don’t get bored. Professor implicitly accuses me of plagiarism, offering that my work wasn’t undergraduate level even though I was, that she’d like me to resubmit my bibliography, and demands to know how I’d even heard of Lacan (“Are you taking a class or something?”). I decline because my work was all homebrewed. Also, I'm insulted. She does not pursue it further, but instead makes a few good attempts to humiliate me in front of the class. After declaring my presentation on Lamia/Lilith as “ridiculously unfounded,” I, like a cranky baby, tell her in so many words that I think she’s an awful cunt. Do not return to either class because of pride, arrogance, and a lack of will. This was dumb. Criminally dumb.
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That was then, however. In the last 3 years, I have learned how to stop fighting against myself, and I am much better at managing and avoiding the consequences of how my brain works. I have done some rad stuff like design and lead an intro course on feminist theory with a class of 15 at a local “free school,” and was teaching kids’ art classes at a museum. I audited a class with a professor from my first college last winter, and last spring took a continuing ed class at a very prestigious school; both professors really liked and encouraged me, pushing me hard to resume my education. Recently, a (reputable!!) literary agent found my blog and wants to develop a book with me (surreal but tentative). I’ve earned my (meager) living freelancing, and as a buyer/retailer of vintage clothing.
Most importantly, though, I really, really want to go back to school. I am focused in a way I once didn’t know how to be, and have followed my academic interests into serious depth entirely on my own. At a certain point, while I believe zealously in learning outside the structures of an institution, a classroom setting can also be invaluable (further elaboration goes on in essays). Here are some things I am concerned about:
1) I do not want to sound permissive or as if I’m trying to excuse any of the really terrible decisions I have made. I am EXTREMELY reticent to make any mention of being diagnosed with/managing ADD. I also do not want to sound like a Disappointed Dad and let on how hyper-critical and in some ways ashamed I am of what a fuck-up I was, as self-depreciation melts nicely into bloated ego. I’ve learned from my mistakes, I’m mostly grateful to have made them, now I want to move on.
2) I do not know how (or if) to put tastefully that, to be frank, I’m not exactly interested in a degree just to have a degree. If I had to endure the assholism of academia without any of the pleasures of being around a bunch of reasonably brilliant people who expect a lot from each other, I don’t think I will be able to tap into the necessary motivation I would need for success. I sound repulsively, grossly snobbish, but I wouldn’t survive any academic environment where a professor is cynical and suspicious that you may have read Lacan independently.
I’d like to study human sexuality and semiotics/sociolinguistics, etc; most of the schools I’m applying to are not messing around, and I feel like a total punch-line even asking them to consider me given my unsavory academic history. I am applying to “safety” schools as well, but my commitment to that is questionable when weighed against how much debt I’d be signing up for. I sound like an unworthy brat. I realize this, but I have never been able to get jazzed on mediocrity. I am not at all as sensitive as I used to be about fellow students or even difficult professors, but without the freedom to chase after what I was really passionate about and a faculty who encouraged students to do so, I don’t think college would be a wise choice for me.
3) I screwed up TWICE. That is really ugly. How might you recommend I spin this? Is it even possible? Where do I explain the past and where do I look towards the future?
Apologies for my neuroses. I am just trying to crack into a world I only really have related to through books and the disappointed undergrad memories of my friends. I’m open to and grateful for any insight you may offer.
posted by snizz to education (38 comments total)
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Sweetie, you sound like someone who has been, and is still, growing up. Happens all the time and, while I am not an admissions officer, I think schools see this quite often.
I’d like to study human sexuality and semiotics/sociolinguistics, etc; most of the schools I’m applying to are not messing around, and I feel like a total punch-line even asking them to consider me given my unsavory academic history. I am applying to “safety” schools as well, but my commitment to that is questionable when weighed against how much debt I’d be signing up for.
It's not clear to me here what type of schools you are trying to get into, and I think providing that information is key to getting a helpful answer. Top ten, ivy league, etc? Your local state university? Why would debt from your safety schools be lower than the presumably top-tier ones?
posted by txvtchick at 9:10 AM on January 28