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I remember cool evenings in college when I would come back home from events or parties, or studying in the library or writing at Java Jones, and my first reaction would be to write it all out. Last year in Fuengirola, my days were so long and open that I had more words to write than to say. And now - the past five months have been the most bizarre emotional and/or creative dryness, like my brain is chapped from multisyllabic GRE words and my body is too tired from sitting eight hours at a computer and standing another eight, making lattes.
I have good news, though.
On Thursday I start a new job at an English school for international students. I will be an International Student Adviser, which means that I will be half meet-and-greet / social and technical support, and half administrative (organizing student paperwork - legal and educational). I could not be more thrilled. I can't count the number of interviews I have had since returning to the United States this summer (more than eight, including the number of times I've had second or third interviews for the same job), and this time, when I walked in the doors to Kaplan Aspect, I felt like I was walking into my own room. There were students everywhere, from everywhere--Koreans, Italians, Brazilians, Spaniards, Japanese -- milling about, practicing their English between classes. There were English teachers running about, making copies and joking with their students. It reminded me of the AIFS Study Abroad office in Granada, where I used to go to pick up my mail and learn about news from home. The staff is young, and vibrant, and every single one of them has lived or studied abroad at some point.
I walked in and just knew that finally I could be somewhere that fitted my personality.
I could think of so many bad metaphors for finding the right job. Here in San Francisco, I can't help likening it to dating; you meet a few people here and there, try a few new things, and realize that a lot of things could work, or might work, but don't just have you mad with excitement. There's that tired old comparison to finding the best pair of jeans, but I'd hate to say that because I find so much more fulfillment in a job I actually enjoy (that pays me) than a snug pair of denim.
Perhaps more than anything, this was an affirmation that things for every personality honestly do exist, sometimes.
In other news, I got quite sick last weekend and had to use a Glucagon kit for the first time in my life. It was far less dramatic than it sounds, but still quite disenchanting. I hadn't felt that loss of energy since...well, I'm not sure when. I'm better now, though.
I saw my Brit again today. My Brit. Sheesh. One of my resolutions this year is to really try and reserve honest feeling for men until I know them completely. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being no crush and 10 being an all-out, lustful raging crush on someone, I'd say I'm about a 6. But today was different--he organizes these walking tours for his department, and I was bummed because I could only stay about a half hour, and the two other participants were women.
I want to meet someone but I don't want to feel that want. You know?
Que sera, sera.
I have good news, though.
On Thursday I start a new job at an English school for international students. I will be an International Student Adviser, which means that I will be half meet-and-greet / social and technical support, and half administrative (organizing student paperwork - legal and educational). I could not be more thrilled. I can't count the number of interviews I have had since returning to the United States this summer (more than eight, including the number of times I've had second or third interviews for the same job), and this time, when I walked in the doors to Kaplan Aspect, I felt like I was walking into my own room. There were students everywhere, from everywhere--Koreans, Italians, Brazilians, Spaniards, Japanese -- milling about, practicing their English between classes. There were English teachers running about, making copies and joking with their students. It reminded me of the AIFS Study Abroad office in Granada, where I used to go to pick up my mail and learn about news from home. The staff is young, and vibrant, and every single one of them has lived or studied abroad at some point.
I walked in and just knew that finally I could be somewhere that fitted my personality.
I could think of so many bad metaphors for finding the right job. Here in San Francisco, I can't help likening it to dating; you meet a few people here and there, try a few new things, and realize that a lot of things could work, or might work, but don't just have you mad with excitement. There's that tired old comparison to finding the best pair of jeans, but I'd hate to say that because I find so much more fulfillment in a job I actually enjoy (that pays me) than a snug pair of denim.
Perhaps more than anything, this was an affirmation that things for every personality honestly do exist, sometimes.
In other news, I got quite sick last weekend and had to use a Glucagon kit for the first time in my life. It was far less dramatic than it sounds, but still quite disenchanting. I hadn't felt that loss of energy since...well, I'm not sure when. I'm better now, though.
I saw my Brit again today. My Brit. Sheesh. One of my resolutions this year is to really try and reserve honest feeling for men until I know them completely. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being no crush and 10 being an all-out, lustful raging crush on someone, I'd say I'm about a 6. But today was different--he organizes these walking tours for his department, and I was bummed because I could only stay about a half hour, and the two other participants were women.
I want to meet someone but I don't want to feel that want. You know?
Que sera, sera.