Reading week evaporates
Dearest internets,
So, my teacher's college interview was on Saturday. I think it went well, except for the part where they were an hour and a half late. They cattle call a couple hundred eager young white ladies and the motley crew of others applying to the BEd program in every Saturday and assign each person to one interview pair. This means that they all run at their own pace rather than just hitting up the next person in line. Some people were getting in and out a half-hour before they were even scheduled to show up, others (me, one other person) got saddled with the nicest but slowest fucking people on the planet. At 4:00, I did my 2:30 interview (with my ride gracefully idling outside the whole time, who I now owe my life).
I think I did well? One of the two people just stares silently at you the whole time, and they kept saying I could take a moment to reflect on my answers, but I am a verbose kind of asshole, and I just barrelled on with every question. They were impressed with my speedy efficiency, at least. No idea if they were impressed with my actual answer quality. A couple of times the one who spoke drilled me to get more specific, and at other times a few of my jokes completely fell flat (it is very uncomfortable to feel two people not laughing at your funnies when you really want them too).
But then I went to my cousin's birthday party and got drunk, so there's that, at least.
Flist, I may or may not be going to Europe this summer. All hopes and prayers directed towards the may. Without revealing the places I plan on going (we still have one or two left to decide on), where would you hit up?
And finally, riding the wave of useless internet trends: click my goddamn minicity. Ocelotonia: less of a barren shithole than you might think!
So, my teacher's college interview was on Saturday. I think it went well, except for the part where they were an hour and a half late. They cattle call a couple hundred eager young white ladies and the motley crew of others applying to the BEd program in every Saturday and assign each person to one interview pair. This means that they all run at their own pace rather than just hitting up the next person in line. Some people were getting in and out a half-hour before they were even scheduled to show up, others (me, one other person) got saddled with the nicest but slowest fucking people on the planet. At 4:00, I did my 2:30 interview (with my ride gracefully idling outside the whole time, who I now owe my life).
I think I did well? One of the two people just stares silently at you the whole time, and they kept saying I could take a moment to reflect on my answers, but I am a verbose kind of asshole, and I just barrelled on with every question. They were impressed with my speedy efficiency, at least. No idea if they were impressed with my actual answer quality. A couple of times the one who spoke drilled me to get more specific, and at other times a few of my jokes completely fell flat (it is very uncomfortable to feel two people not laughing at your funnies when you really want them too).
But then I went to my cousin's birthday party and got drunk, so there's that, at least.
Flist, I may or may not be going to Europe this summer. All hopes and prayers directed towards the may. Without revealing the places I plan on going (we still have one or two left to decide on), where would you hit up?
And finally, riding the wave of useless internet trends: click my goddamn minicity. Ocelotonia: less of a barren shithole than you might think!