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my mother just called me, asking if i wanted to hear some good news. thinking that she was going to tell me that something stupid, and being annoyed that i got dumped off the internet in the middle of writing an email, i responded with a nonplussed 'sure.' well it seems that a letter for me from the french ministry of education arrived there today. congratulations, i have been accepted as an assistant professor of english at a french high school. note: at this point the smiths came off the stereo and billy idol replaced mr. morrisey. the only hurdle is the fact that they haven't specified where my post will be. however, from the gist of the letter, i was in the first cut, the crème de la crème to be cliché. so it stands to reason that i'll have dibs on paris, which is where i need to be for my masters studies. i made it painfully clear, that paris, and paris alone, is where i must be to further my education. ever since the fulbright people regretted to inform me, i've been fretting about how i'll afford my séjour abroad. however, this job is twelve hours a week at around $850-$900 a month. considering the fact that i lived off of $500 a month last year, i think i'll be doing just fine....especially since the dollar is stronger than ever. i am leaving now, to go have a victory meal of szechuan style tofu and mushrooms. i feel like rocky atop those victorious steps...eye of the tiger baby. eye of the tiger. previous * next |