Shortly after the tech bubble burst in 2001, I was trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. I had taken a summer internship teaching math to middle school kids when I was in college (I was a math major) and I thought maybe that would be my future. I went so far as to take the CBEST, which would qualify me to be a substitute teacher and then I could go on to get my teaching certification. My girlfriend at the time had decided to join the Peace Corps, and I mulled over that as well. I found out about something called the Peace Corps Masters International program, which is a partnership between the Peace Corps and several universities to have a combined Peace Corps + Masters program that included a year or more of studies followed by two years of Peace Corps service. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I looked through the catalogue of possible degrees and colleges and didn't find anything related to math. One program that did catch my eye though was the UNLV English and writing program.
The idea was that I would take two years of writing classes at UNLV, then go into the Peace Corps. At the end of my two years of Peace Corps service, I would have two years worth of experience in another country, and I would come back and write about it. I forget how much I was supposed to write, but it was basically a book length project, and I would get an MFA in creative writing from it all, plus an amazing experience. I had started writing just after I graduated from high school. I had a little yellow legal pad I would write little poems or stories in, usually no more than a page or two. In college, I would write in the back of my class notebooks when I was bored. Shortly after graduating, I decided to start writing regularly, and started keeping a journal I would write in almost every night. I also had a Microsoft Word file that I would write little thoughts and poems in when I was working at Ericsson when I had a few free moments at work. All together I had a decent amount of writing to dig through to come up with a writing portfolio to apply to UNLV and the Peace Corps.
The problem was, I had never taken a real creating writing class, and I hadn't expanded my reading past a few well known authors and poets. I had a favorite poem at the time, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" by Dylan Thomas, and a few obscure things I'd read in a poetry collection I had. I was currently reading Jack Kerouac and Earnest Hemingway books. My friend Jaime got my into F. Scott Fitzgerald and besides what I'd been made to read in school, I didn't have much else to influence me. When I compiled everything I'd written in my journal and various notebooks, I had a pretty pitiful and weak poetry portfolio (poetry was really the only thing I had any experience writing.) Needless to say, I was not accepted into the writing program, and thus I decided not to do the Peace Corps.
As I had lost my job in the tech bubble collapse and was not going to be moving to another college, I ended up moving home to my parents' house, where I decided to go back to school and play soccer for Santa Rosa Junior College. I took English and writing classes and kept up writing in my journal. At the end of a year living at home, I had a much stronger portfolio and a journal think with writing. I had visited a friend who had been living in Shanghai teaching English, and he helped me get a job offer at the school he was working at. It seemed likely that my next step was to move to China, teach English and see where that took me. The way I thought of it, it would have taken me out of the US for many years, as I had no concrete plans to come back any time soon.
Those plans were changed when I met my future wife, Kat, at a friend's party a few months before I was to leave for China. I decided to stay and find out how things would turn out (so far, so good...) and I'm still here in the US. Eventually, Kat and I moved in together and I stopped writing. I don't know why I stopped, but somehow I didn't miss it as much as I thought I would. I guess there was just too much other stuff to worry about than why I wasn't writing before going to bed. I decided this year that I'd like to start writing again, since I realized that writing was important to me, despite the few years I've stopped. I decided that the way I want to get back into is to transcribe my old bedside journal into a computer document. I'm sure many old memories from my past will be dug up. I used to write ideas for stories I wanted to write in the journal, possibly anticipating that I would do this one day. I also think just getting into the physical act of typing will get me back into being able to do it creatively. I'll post some of my favorite entries in the blog, as I come across them.
First some stats. The first entry in the journal is a (pretty bad) poem dated May 25, 2000. The last entry is dated March 16, 2007. The journal was kept in a 3 ring binder of paper taken from the backs of my college notebooks (there's always so much unused paper in the backs of my notebooks.) It's about 2 inches think of college ruled binder paper. Most of it is written in cursive (I thought it might be nice to have good cursive handwriting back then, and then it was just a habit. My cursive handwriting isn't all that great even after all this time.) Now I've got some work to do...