I had my Fulbright interview yesterday. It was the culmination of a few months' worth of mental limbo--dedicating all the time I could to completing the gruelling application and writing the "sum-up-your-life-in-one-page, single-spaced" essays. Applicants are to put forth their best work, and I, along with those competing against me, am vying for a chance to live and work as a teacher's assistant in Guatemala for ten months on the dime of the U.S. and Guatemalan Departments of State. I want to live, work, and serve in Guatemala to be an ambassador who communicates mutual understanding between the two countries, and what better way to do just that than through teaching?. Do I think my application is good enough to win among my competition? Probably not. Do I hope that the screening committee liked me enough to give me an excellent rating? Of course. Am I going to let the Fulbright slip to the back of my mind until January so that if they do contact me it is a surprise? Yes. *kisses Fulbright on the forehead* "Good luck in New York, my sweet, sweet application. You're in the big city, now."
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My fall break is almost over. That's right, two weeks without one hundred and fifty fourteen-year-olds' Spanish quizzes scattered on my living room floor is coming to a close. Cookeville High School has been an interesting place to do student teaching simply because the school is HUGE. Twenty two hundred little hormone-infused humans walking around, talking, and having their hands all over each other is not something you want to walk into without proper preparation. I start again on the Monday that looms in front of us, this time with four full classes of second-year Spanish students, one class of fourth-years, and a class of fifth-years. This means going from nearly one hundred fifty freshmen to about the same number of sophomores, juniors, and seniors. Can I get an 'amen' for a few years' worth of maturity level added to my little disciples? AMEN.
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Today is Thursday. Oh what a glorious Thursday. I happen to be off work today. That's why it is a glorious day. I still work at Crawdaddy's. My hours have been reduced recently per my own request simply because I am required to spend so much time at CHS. A typical day for me now consists of waking at 5:30, finishing lesson plans, getting ready and to school by 7:30, teaching from 8:00 to 3:00, staying till 3:30 to be available for students, rushing home to change clothes and then to work by 4:00, serving tables and completing sidework and closing duties till 10:30, grading papers till midnight or one, then falling asleep with the light on because I am too tired to reach over and turn it off. No, wait--well, yes. That's about right. I'm sure you, whatever reader you may happen to be, would agree that I am a rash, self-centered, and whiny person to think this is too much for one human. I apologize for wasting your time having to read about such an idea. I need to step back and take a look at myself to see how self-centered I am. I'll see if I can fit that in on my days off (of restaurant work). I'll put that right between grading Chapter One Essays and finishing my weekly student teaching homework, no problem. *huge smiley face*
Happy Thursday, y'all.
love.love.love.
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1 comment:
There is nothing selfish about anything you do. Besos :)
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