Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Curses

This is a very awkward period of time I've stumbled upon. The principal called today to say that he found a qualified teacher to fill the spot for the next seven weeks. He wanted to add that he was really impressed with the way I handled myself and would recommend that I go into teaching... that is a very nice vote of confidence and I really breathe a sigh of relief to know that I won't be staring down a very intimidating crowd of 100+ 6th graders on Monday. I am however gaining some faith in the system. The HR person just called from Aid to Artisans regarding the assistant position I applied for in January. Well, I was a little too forthcoming in that I was headed to grad school in 7 months - but she seemed interested but not after that. I guess there are a few ways to play this -- but it's one thing to lie to Pier 1 or Filene's about leaving at the end of the summer, I don't think it's right to go into a "real" job without being honest. It's also bound to come up, when I go to visit schools, and just generally make small talk. We'll see how much of a detriment my leaving is... but at least people are calling or emailing or interested, good to know that a $100,000 education, two summers of working for peanuts, and generally being a good kid can at least get you noticed. It looks like there are jobs out there and I am feeling better about myself as a would-be professional, but again, I just seem to be screwed over because I might only be there for two seasons. The irony of the whole matter is, I would do a damn good job, even if it is only for 7 months.

posted by lmjasinski at 3:36 PM