Flubbed my sample lesson. Poor time management -- they had to cut me off, and I definitely wasn't close to finished. I'm on break - my personal interview is in a couple of hours, so I'm doing some homework and trying to calm down. I've never been so nervous.
Damn it, I could be a kick-ass teacher.
Right. Not counting chickens.
ARGH
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(Five or six hours later.)
The rest of the interview went well. I'll chalk my initial crummy performance (and it seriously was sub-par by my standards -- I'm not being modest) up to nerves and hope for the best. On the other hand, it's not the end of the world if I don't get this gig. There's always Antarctica! Although working for Raytheon might be a little TOO morally reprehensible. Still. I'm built for the cold. Or Portland. In any case, this chapter of FutureQuest can thankfully exit stage left.
On to the next ten pages of thesis-ing, for which I've had to turn down beer and movies. Grump.
PS. File under "Internets Needs Proofing." The banner on google.com says "Googe," although it's hard to tell with that ridiculous chocolate-covered strawberry standing in for the second g. (Any Achewood readers? Back me up on this...)
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hahahah! you noticed the googe too!! weird.
Thinking of you dearly, lovely.
xoxo
Well, there was Debbie Googe, bassist for My Bloody Valentine, and Barnabe Googe, 16th century English poet (known now almost exclusively, if at all, for the quotable line "I did but see her passing by, and yet I love her till I die"), but I doubt either of the allusions were intentional (unless Google is secretly awesome.)
-Rose
P.S. Absinthe? Pear Brandy? Madness on Mill Street? I have a bad throat thing, but that doesn't have to stop me.
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