More Amazing
Literally as I was turning the hard copy of my final paper, my dad called saying I had a letter from the French Embassy. I made him translate it for me because I was too nervous to try to understand his French accent (which is really, I finally realized, not that good). After much panicked arm waving (which he didn't see, but Lea and Brook did) he revealed that I am, indeed, going to France next year. I'm going to have a 9-month (October to June) contract in Orleans-Tours (its a region in the Loire valley, I don't know exactly where I'll be year) as a teacher for elementary school students. Also, I'm going to be the only teacher in the classroom, which means who knows what except that I actually have to whip my French into shape so I can manage a classroom of non-English speakers. I don't quite know why they gave this position to me, as it was my second choice; clearly they would not have given the harder position to someone they didn't think was qualified, which means Luc's exaggeration about my French skills combined with my childcare experience led them to think that I would be a good person for the job.
OMG. I'm kind of in shock. I'm going to go read about the region now (I didn't let myself before out of fear that I wouldn't get the job).
OMG. I'm kind of in shock. I'm going to go read about the region now (I didn't let myself before out of fear that I wouldn't get the job).