I studied science, then went back for writing. I chose a school based on how broad its definition of writing was, and never regretted it. I got a shitload of critical and cultural theories I’d otherwise be oblivious to (as the former queen of internalised misogyny), but the real win was how they assessed us: in every subject we scoped our own project and were judged on how well we delivered or, if we deviated, how well we captured and explained the way our creative processes led us astray. I’m of the firm belief that course saved my life, too, as I wrote my way out of an abusive relationship. Ah, poetry. Ah, geez I can blab.