pillango

tomorrow is the fatalistic day that will determine my life for the next year or so.

i am going for an interview for a t.a.-like position in a university in bordeaux, france.

i am not overly optimistic that the outcome will be favourable, but i am hopeful.

because i need this. because i want this. because this would justify the shit that was this school/work year. because i deserve it. because bordeaux deserves me. because i would do a good job. because it would be a dream come true. because this is what i've been striving for. because i need something good to happen already.

i am very nerveous and i'm not sure what to expect. come to think of it, i'm not even entirely sure what the position would entail. i'm going to give it my heart and soul. i'll bring materials i think may be pertinent.

i just really wish that the professors who are interviewing me were more familar to me. i've only ever had one as a prof, and that was only for a few months as replacement. the other two are completely unfamilar to me. i planned on shmoozing a little with them but i've been too busy for it. plus the one i know, i can't understand. he's from somewhere in quebec and talks so fast that my france-french-understanding little brain cannot follow him. one time i said "bonjour, m. larendeau". he said "oh bonjour! [something that sounded vaguely french]?" me (confused): "oh, ca va bien. et vous?" him (even more confused): "bien, merci."

but my understanding is that the interview will be in english. that doesn't mean the questions won't be asked in french.

*sigh*

if i get this, i don't know. i'll do something extra-special. i'll buy someone a present; i'll post my tits on here; i'll buy you a drink. well, something, anyway.

so think of me tomorrow morning at 9:45 am and send me some love-filled thoughts.

ugh. so so nerveous. i wish i knew how many students applied.