Job Nerves
So here's the deal. A couple days ago, a woman called me and offered me a teaching job. Maybe.
She's at the Cultural Center here, and she wants to know if I can teach a couple of classes on comic book making, go figure. She didn't even know when she asked that I'd majored in Sequential Art. She heard of me through the guy who made my website, which turned out to be the smartest ove I've made in a while. And she says she believes that some people are just "natural teachers" even if they've never taught before. It's one of those "if enough people sign up we'll have classes" things, probably only once or twice a week. She mentioned possibly two different age groups. It could be KIDS. Augh. Or it could be people older than me. I'm praying for the latter.
We tried to arrange a time to meet, and I had to make it the weekend. I'm sure I didn't impress her when I had to admit the fact that I didn't have my own transportation. (LAME.) And when we agreed on Saturday morning, and I told mom, mom said, "Oh, but I have to do that charity thing all Saturday morning, can you call her back and make it closer to noon?" By then, it's around 7 at night, so I'm calling this woman after hours. She calls back and agrees to a later time, but I could tell she was less and less impressed with me.
I'll be going to meet with her tomorrow around noon, with my portfolio, to see if I'm "a good fit". It would be really nice if any of you out there took a second to wish me luck.
I know I'm a pathetic specimen of a 22-year-old. I've never owned a car. Never had a real job. Never made wages or paid taxes or rent. Never lived on my own. (Never had a boyfriend, too, just in case you thought I made up for my lameness with my mad sexual wiles.) I'm a fairly sad sack of wasted female space. If I didn't turn out art, I'd be completely useless.
I've lived under my mother's thumb... pretty much forever. You all know this. I had a brief break when I lived at SCAD, and those were great times (in the end at least). Now it's back to Thumbworld. I want to believe I can contribute to the world and not stay pathetic forever.
I would really appreciate it if any one of you just took a second to offer a bit of courage. For all I know, this woman could take one look at me with my frizzy hair and my face broken out like a fucking teenager's and say "Yeah... never mind, you aren't quite what we had in mind. Sorry."
I'd really like this to go well.
She's at the Cultural Center here, and she wants to know if I can teach a couple of classes on comic book making, go figure. She didn't even know when she asked that I'd majored in Sequential Art. She heard of me through the guy who made my website, which turned out to be the smartest ove I've made in a while. And she says she believes that some people are just "natural teachers" even if they've never taught before. It's one of those "if enough people sign up we'll have classes" things, probably only once or twice a week. She mentioned possibly two different age groups. It could be KIDS. Augh. Or it could be people older than me. I'm praying for the latter.
We tried to arrange a time to meet, and I had to make it the weekend. I'm sure I didn't impress her when I had to admit the fact that I didn't have my own transportation. (LAME.) And when we agreed on Saturday morning, and I told mom, mom said, "Oh, but I have to do that charity thing all Saturday morning, can you call her back and make it closer to noon?" By then, it's around 7 at night, so I'm calling this woman after hours. She calls back and agrees to a later time, but I could tell she was less and less impressed with me.
I'll be going to meet with her tomorrow around noon, with my portfolio, to see if I'm "a good fit". It would be really nice if any of you out there took a second to wish me luck.
I know I'm a pathetic specimen of a 22-year-old. I've never owned a car. Never had a real job. Never made wages or paid taxes or rent. Never lived on my own. (Never had a boyfriend, too, just in case you thought I made up for my lameness with my mad sexual wiles.) I'm a fairly sad sack of wasted female space. If I didn't turn out art, I'd be completely useless.
I've lived under my mother's thumb... pretty much forever. You all know this. I had a brief break when I lived at SCAD, and those were great times (in the end at least). Now it's back to Thumbworld. I want to believe I can contribute to the world and not stay pathetic forever.
I would really appreciate it if any one of you just took a second to offer a bit of courage. For all I know, this woman could take one look at me with my frizzy hair and my face broken out like a fucking teenager's and say "Yeah... never mind, you aren't quite what we had in mind. Sorry."
I'd really like this to go well.