all show, no go.
i have an interview tomorrow.
for a teaching job.
and i haven’t finished, you know, learning how to teach yet. i graduate next may.
it’s an interesting opportunity, and given more time perhaps i will share all the details. you know, when i know more, etc.
but needless to say, it’s exciting, it’s compelling, it’s TERRIFYING.
i always want to be impressive in interviews, but i almost don’t want to be too over the top impressive. sometimes i reach the point where i feel like i’m getting all show and no go. i need to channel my inner brit, and tone it down a little 🙂
i have extra copies of my updated resume, my (first ever) lesson plan, my clip from the office that i am showing to intro my 15-minute mini-lesson, my trusty notes, and i dug out my old businessy togs from the Closet of My Former Life. oh, and i have a dearth of enthusiasm.
i’m ready. let’s hope.
my mother tells me to stop gesticulating so much. good advice.
goodnight!
p.s. could this possibly be a worse week for an interview for a job for which i have not quite yet finished my education? finals, two research papers, of which one’s rough draft is entirely overdue (please have mercy on me, professors), a novel and a comic book to finish, education analysis due…OY. oh well. lemonade. or at least, some lemon desserts.
addendum to conversation on urban relationships.
via text message.
me: you know, if we don’t hang out with your bff soon, he will think you have dudevorced him.
boy: [silence].
me: dear?
boy: [silence, tacit refusal to acknowledge my wit anymore].
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this shun, i might add, comes from the boy who sent me a “kansas is OZ-some!” postcard on his trip to kentucky. seriously.
monday morning ughpdate.
i was trying to come up with an update on my thoughts, how i feel right now, what’s going on…
but i had no words.
some english teacher i’ll be.
let’s worry about that later.
instead i found this picture.
perfect description.
2. drinks with tucker, julie, their friends, their kids, their friend’s kid at jack quinn’s to celebrate being done with my senior comp exam. very lovely. quinn’s famous fries and dips? v.v. lovely. sausage rolls. not so lovely.
3. followed that up with drinks with my sister, which was also lovely. and exuberant. we talked and talked and talked, and then we listened to the barbershop quartet singing in the other room for about thirty minutes. we never really figured out why they were there.
4. i found the charger for my old laptop in my laundry basket. unwashed, of course. but, why, exactly, was it there?
5. i don’t think i will get anywhere by asking questions like that about my life. there is obviously only one answer: see above picture.
6. addie said “please” and signed the sign for “please” simulataneously for me this weekend. for the first time. she’s brilliant, naturally. and then she freaked out.
7. three more weeks in this semester. i am reminding myself that i like school, because right now i am SO OVER READING. reading. overrated 😉
8. enjoyed a lunch date with my father. enjoyed the bland-wich i had a lot less. no taste at all.
9. professor awesome described this piece of writing we were discussing as the literary shamwow!, of infomercial fame. it was both amusing and incredibly accurate. this is why he is professor awesome.
10. i have to student-teach summer school. so unfair!
11. to remedy this atrocity, i am planning my summer vacation to….vancouver! hopefully it will all come together, i think i can swing it.
12. apparently our pronunciation of many things, as compared to the British pronunciation, is behind the times. our pronunciation of things is how they used to pronounce it in England, when the language made its way over to the colonies, but then their language kept on evolving, and we refused. so it’s less “we say potato, you say potahto”, and more “we say potato, you say get with the program, america.” isn’t that interesting? maybe that’s why so many of us are terribly impressed at anything said with a British accent, even if it’s complete drivel. we subconsciously know it’s the pronunciation OF THE FUTURE, and we are, as always, obsessed with the newest shiniest things.
interesting thought.
have a lovely week, dahhhlings. see what i did there?
how i feel about it sometimes: 28 year old edition
homonyms.
it’s a shame that self-flagellation sounds so much like self-flatulation, which is not actually a word, but sounds too close to the word flatulence for people to not hear it and want to start giggling.
because one of those word-phrases could be used with regularity in my life as precisely describing a scenario in which i figuratively find myself.
and the other one, not at all.
so, both words (two-word hyphenates?) are out of the running for daily usage. bon voyage.
a recent conversation on urban relationships.
boy: so i hung out with [redacted name of new guy friend] again today. he’s really cool.
me: the one you went on your mandate with?
boy: [sigh] yes. we get along really well.
me: i’m glad you love your new bff.
boy: seriously we’re going to call him that?
me: yes. i mean, i’m pleased your new bromance is going well.
boy: [shaking head] don’t call it that!
me: i mean, going so well that you would maybe say…
boy: don’t…
me: that you were…
boy: come on, don’t be silly…
me: mengaged?!?
boy: aaaaand you went there anyway.
me: [so pleased with myself, beaming from my wit and charm]
boy: [shaking head, wordless, contemplating how possible it might be for him to break up with me and date a mime instead]
moments later…
me: are you going to tell him how we talk about him?
boy: never.
vanilla ice’s neighborhood graffiti.
(via popcandy)
open letter to guy next to me.
dear guy next to me,
BLOW YOUR NOSE.
cordially,
sara
davey saves the day…vee.
okay, sorry about the pun. i couldn’t resist.
but, i’ll make it up to you.
DaveyDanceBlog -57- Central Park, NYC from Pheasant Plucker on Vimeo.
i posted about the daveydanceblog a year ago.
and wouldn’t you know it, i’ve been listening to the song he danced to in the above video ALL MORNING.
ohhhh, dramatic! the song! strings! bizarre dance groups in central park! exclamation point!
i had not heard of her before, but i’m LOVING it. it’s getting me over my mid-week anxious sleepy slump, and pumping me up for my senior exam sequel: the english department strikes back this weekend and my midterm later today.
come on, music!
amateurcrastination.
what’s my problem?
my problem is that assignments i think will take me no time at all actually drag out for HOURS. and by hours, i mean i’ve been trying to write this paper for the last 11.
yep, my procrastination is turned all the way up to 11.
i need a better word, though.
i’m not trying to do something else. okay, i take that back…instead of typing words on my assignment, i am typing words here.
and i have a midterm tomorrow. and it’s 1:15 am. WHY?!?
i’m definitely not an amateur. i’ve turned pro.
sara, darling. 