I’ve been accepted! Out of all the schools that I applied to this winter, I have received about a gazillion noes and two resounding Yeses! (is that the correct plural of yes? Ah well) So, you think I’d be excited, right? And don’t get me wrong, I am. But there’s that moment when you get the letter: you hold it high in the air and run to your family and tell them that yes! all that application filling was not for nothing!
And that’s when the movie ends…
Then you look at the financial packets…. crap. Is it really worth going $30,000 in debt to get my MFA in Fiction? It’s a big question, and everyone seems to have a different answer. My ex, for example, points out that Stephen King doesn’t have an MFA. Neither does Suzanne Collins, or even Margaret Atwood.
Basically an MFA doesn’t guarantee you a job or publication. As far as I can tell from my research,
The only good reason to go into an MFA program for writing is to actually get the most out of the education and experience. That’s it.
So, the question remains: Is it worth going into debt for?