Is There Life After Grad School? Three Recent Grads Tell Their Story


Sometimes, The Indignity Is Worth It

I remember my graduation from NYU's MFA program in the Spring of 2002 like it was yesterday. I crossed that stage as fast as my Prada shoes could carry me, eager to receive official documentation of what I'd known all my life: that I was a Master. (A Master of Fine Arts, technically, but why split hairs?)

It wasn't until the next day that the panic set in.

It suddenly dawned on me that I'd been a professi

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