Suddenly, it’s two years ago. I’m looking at graduate school, and I’m asking myself the big questions.
I won’t lie to you–when it came to my decision to apply to Boston University–I only had one thing in mind. Success. I searched for the top ten graduate schools for screenwriting and ran down the list. I didn’t want to be in Los Angeles or New York City. I didn’t want to be at a school that wasn’t going to set me apart. I wanted to go somewhere I could write, get better at what I already did well, and push myself to be better than everyone else.
When I was thinking about graduate school, I wasn’t thinking about an extension of my undergraduate life. The first day of graduate school was the first day of my new career. The time for changing majors, taking throwaway classes, and sleeping late to avoid that eight-in-the-morning monster of a class had passed. I knew that with every paper I wrote (and I wrote a lot of them), I’d be showing my expertise, knowhow, and intellect to people who would be paying attention and making a list. I wanted to be on that list, because I knew who that person was–that person was capable of getting me where I wanted to be.
I knew what I wanted, and got the chance to take it–so I did. I knew that in my field, a degree in screenwriting from Boston University was a big thing. I mean, look at what our alumni have done. Scott Rosenberg wrote High Fidelity and Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead. Bruce Feirstein wrote the three greater Brosnan-era Bond films and oversaw the production of L.A. Confidential. Richard Gladstein produced Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and The Bourne Identity.
I came to Boston University because I wanted to be the best. I’m not there yet, but I’m getting there. I’m making big connections, developing my craft in a way I didn’t think possible, and am well on my way to getting exactly what I want: success.
Boston University took me a long way in getting there.