Thursday, June 26, 2008
Nerves are starting
I think another girl I know from AlmaMater will also be interviewing for my "dream job" tomorrow. I may have more experience, but she's been on more interviews. I've had only my three so far, and only one was for a position at this level. So now I'm getting nervous. Plus, I bet she plays that instrument (the one I re-learned this week) better than I do. Gah!
Random bits of quirky information
*I somehow earned enough money from my various music-related jobs to merit a piece of the Economic Stimulus pie. It doesn't even cover the amount of money I've spent trying to get a job so far, but I am still grateful!
*I called my former landlord this morning because I moved out over 6 weeks ago and haven't heard anything regarding the refund of my security deposit. I probably should have called sooner, but I never remembered during office hours. Anyway, the guy was very pleasant and I trust him more than the previous landlord, who screwed me over in my roommate situation.
*I had the strangest dream this morning right before I woke up. In this dream, I was staying at someone's house in their little garage. I've never met the people in real life. Somehow, we came upon a baby girl (abandoned?), and I felt as though the others didn't treat her well. I decided that I was going to move out and take the little girl with me. (She didn't belong to the other people in the dream.) Then I started freaking out because I had never even changed a diaper before and I wouldn't know how to care for her.
*Things left to do today:
1) Call hotel in Interview Location for a room tonight.
2) Pack for interview.
3) Gather all items to pack for SummerJob1 (1 week of music, fun, and hot weather in a domestic location!)
4) Gather all items to pack for SummerJob2 (1.5 weeks of music, fun, and travel to an international destination)
5) Prepare for interview (check out posted curriculum online, review potential questions, compose questions for interview committee, practice my prepared solos)
6) Write my sister a note because she'll be leaving for her own job adventure, and I won't see her for another month.
7) Get ready, dressed, etc. and drive to Interview Location
*I called my former landlord this morning because I moved out over 6 weeks ago and haven't heard anything regarding the refund of my security deposit. I probably should have called sooner, but I never remembered during office hours. Anyway, the guy was very pleasant and I trust him more than the previous landlord, who screwed me over in my roommate situation.
*I had the strangest dream this morning right before I woke up. In this dream, I was staying at someone's house in their little garage. I've never met the people in real life. Somehow, we came upon a baby girl (abandoned?), and I felt as though the others didn't treat her well. I decided that I was going to move out and take the little girl with me. (She didn't belong to the other people in the dream.) Then I started freaking out because I had never even changed a diaper before and I wouldn't know how to care for her.
*Things left to do today:
1) Call hotel in Interview Location for a room tonight.
2) Pack for interview.
3) Gather all items to pack for SummerJob1 (1 week of music, fun, and hot weather in a domestic location!)
4) Gather all items to pack for SummerJob2 (1.5 weeks of music, fun, and travel to an international destination)
5) Prepare for interview (check out posted curriculum online, review potential questions, compose questions for interview committee, practice my prepared solos)
6) Write my sister a note because she'll be leaving for her own job adventure, and I won't see her for another month.
7) Get ready, dressed, etc. and drive to Interview Location
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Neutral first impressions can be changed for the better
I re-learned an instrument last night so that I can play a song for Friday's interview. I had taken a class on this instrument about 4 years ago, and I remember I used to practice during the commercial breaks of American Idol. I don't believe I learned the scales, and I could not fluidly move between notes. Learning a complex instrument in a class of 30 people is not the ideal way to effectively progress.
I was amazed at how quickly it came to me when I tried to play again after all of these years. My brother, who took a course on this instrument this year, helped me position my fingers correctly on the instrument (which belongs to our sister who does not know how to play), and I was soon moving more rapidly than I ever did when initially learning it! I found a pretty little song which I decided to use for my prepared solo demonstration, and I'm pretty psyched about the whole process. In fact, even if I don't get the job (which would require me to teach this instrument), I might be inspired enough to really re-learn the instrument beyond what I've prepared for the song!
I was amazed at how quickly it came to me when I tried to play again after all of these years. My brother, who took a course on this instrument this year, helped me position my fingers correctly on the instrument (which belongs to our sister who does not know how to play), and I was soon moving more rapidly than I ever did when initially learning it! I found a pretty little song which I decided to use for my prepared solo demonstration, and I'm pretty psyched about the whole process. In fact, even if I don't get the job (which would require me to teach this instrument), I might be inspired enough to really re-learn the instrument beyond what I've prepared for the song!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Foreshadowing?
During the weekend of my cousin's wedding, marriage was quite a common subject. My sister and her beau have seemingly been heading in the direction of matrimony for awhile now, and Westley and I also view it as a real possibility, though not in the near future.
My sister and her boyfriend may tie the knot next year, but I believe she's leaning more towards waiting an additional year. With circumstances as they are, Westley and I will have to wait two years. So ... it's possible that there may be two glorious events in 2010.
When it came time for our cousin to toss her bouquet, my sister and I were both out on the dance floor. As it sailed through the air, I caught it a split-second before my sister, but she ended up with it somehow. Hmm.
My sister and her boyfriend may tie the knot next year, but I believe she's leaning more towards waiting an additional year. With circumstances as they are, Westley and I will have to wait two years. So ... it's possible that there may be two glorious events in 2010.
When it came time for our cousin to toss her bouquet, my sister and I were both out on the dance floor. As it sailed through the air, I caught it a split-second before my sister, but she ended up with it somehow. Hmm.
Optimistic
About a week after I blogged about DreamJob, the deadline for applications was extended. I was disheartened; my application wasn't good enough to end the search! Then I realized that I was being ridiculous and my hope returned.
Since then, I've learned that the job may not be my Ideal Ideal; I'd have to teach classes A, B, C, and D in addition to three sections of X, my specialty. I actually really like D (with some experience), I have had some training pertaining to C, but not much interest or experience in A or B.
Regardless, it's still the best combination of location/work that I've really encountered. (Others may be great in location- near a city- but not the type of position I'd want, like Third Time, which was not offered and therefore did not need to be rejected.)
I'd contacted the person who's leaving the position because we had participated in a community organization together, and she was able to give me some insight into what the position entails. Then time passed. I didn't hear anything. My departure date (for two summer jobs, covering three weeks) was rapidly approaching. And, like I said, the deadline for applications had been extended. I was starting to feel stressed.
So, last week, I mustered up all of my courage and confidence and called the person in charge. My voice mail (because the phone was not answered) went something like,
"Hi. This is Estrella LastName at [phone number], and I had submitted an application about two weeks ago for the open position in your district. I am still interested in the position, but I wanted to let you know that I will be leaving on [date] for two professional obligations [with additional information on the gigs, as a way to highlight but not brag about my skills]. I will have my phone with me for the first segment of [job], but not after [certain date]. My internet and email access will be sporadic at best during those three weeks. Again, my phone number is [...]. Please call me if you have any questions."
One day passed.
On the second day, I got a phone call from the person in charge, inviting me to interview at the end of this week. (!) The interview will be more extensive than my previous ones, requiring me to actually demonstrate my skills in different areas. I'm a little nervous because- What if they don't like me? I look darn good on my resume (which is 100% accurate, without any fluff), but they're going to see the real me. While I know it wouldn't be a rejection of me if I don't get the offer, it will be hard for me to remember that if the job goes to someone else.
Since then, I've learned that the job may not be my Ideal Ideal; I'd have to teach classes A, B, C, and D in addition to three sections of X, my specialty. I actually really like D (with some experience), I have had some training pertaining to C, but not much interest or experience in A or B.
Regardless, it's still the best combination of location/work that I've really encountered. (Others may be great in location- near a city- but not the type of position I'd want, like Third Time, which was not offered and therefore did not need to be rejected.)
I'd contacted the person who's leaving the position because we had participated in a community organization together, and she was able to give me some insight into what the position entails. Then time passed. I didn't hear anything. My departure date (for two summer jobs, covering three weeks) was rapidly approaching. And, like I said, the deadline for applications had been extended. I was starting to feel stressed.
So, last week, I mustered up all of my courage and confidence and called the person in charge. My voice mail (because the phone was not answered) went something like,
"Hi. This is Estrella LastName at [phone number], and I had submitted an application about two weeks ago for the open position in your district. I am still interested in the position, but I wanted to let you know that I will be leaving on [date] for two professional obligations [with additional information on the gigs, as a way to highlight but not brag about my skills]. I will have my phone with me for the first segment of [job], but not after [certain date]. My internet and email access will be sporadic at best during those three weeks. Again, my phone number is [...]. Please call me if you have any questions."
One day passed.
On the second day, I got a phone call from the person in charge, inviting me to interview at the end of this week. (!) The interview will be more extensive than my previous ones, requiring me to actually demonstrate my skills in different areas. I'm a little nervous because- What if they don't like me? I look darn good on my resume (which is 100% accurate, without any fluff), but they're going to see the real me. While I know it wouldn't be a rejection of me if I don't get the offer, it will be hard for me to remember that if the job goes to someone else.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Third time was not the charm
Installment #3 of the Estrella Needs to Find a Job series.
I got the call while on the other side of the country last week. The vacancy, described as an X/Y position, had interested me enough so that I'd submitted an application two weeks earlier. It was in a more rural location, but it was less than 40 miles from a major city- a definite mark in its favor. I agreed to drive up for the interview yesterday, and I was very excited! [Aside: I now find myself measuring distance in terms of what it would cost me for gas, so ... this was about $55 round trip, not including the nasty collection of various tolls which ended up being about $20.]
I budgeted extra time for unexpected delays, and while there was one half-hour setback, I arrived with an extra half hour. I used the time to drive around the area (pretty and simple). I stopped in at the gas station to get a snack, and the locals were quite friendly. I began to imagine myself living there, and I was pleased at the thought.
At the school, the secretaries were very kind and helpful; they knew I'd driven a distance and they offered to get me coffee or water upon my arrival. The principal came out to retrieve me and informed me that I'd be interviewing with him and two of the current music teachers on staff in his cozy (and slightly cramped) office. We chatted pleasantly, and I felt quite at ease. I'd enjoy having these people for colleagues, I thought to myself.
Then.
In one of the early questions, the principal posed this question: If I were to walk into your classroom, what would I see? What kind of teacher are you?
I asked, "In an X class?" (for this X/Y position)
He responded, "Well, I was thinking a Y class, but if you're more comfortable, then yes- X is fine."
I was more comfortable with X ~ it was what I had studied for my graduate degree, and I've spent years gaining practical experience in X field from many different angles. So I proceeded to answer the question in regards to X.
For further questions, the other staff members and the principal asked questions regarding and in terms of Y. Very specifically. Until they told me directly: The position was all Y during the day, but the candidate would have the opportunity to "assist" with X for 4 days a week after school. One of the staff members interviewing me was actually in charge of X classes.
I remained pleasant and perky after this revelation, and I believe I had a very good interview. I think my interviewers were very impressed by my portfolio. I really enjoyed talking with them; the interview felt more like a comfortable dialogue than an intimidating interrogation.
Afterwards, as soon as I got in the car and called my parents, I began to cry. I'd so been looking forward to this interview and I liked everything about it ~ location, people, community, colleagues, administration, etc~ everything, except for the job itself! Even if I were offered it, I don't want to accept because I really want an X position. I haven't spent YEARS and thousands of dollars preparing for an X position, only to end up with a Y position which hardly makes use of the skills for which I've spent so much time, energy, and money developing.
Mentor believes I ought to "hang in there for an X job," and I am. I submitted 2 more applications today, and I have a lead on another which I plan to investigate tomorrow. I don't know what God's will is, but I figure that in order to be open to it, I should apply for everything which looks as though it might be a good fit. I will "flood the market" as my mother has advised. God can do the other part~ preparing me for the right job and making it obvious to both my future employers and me that I am the best candidate for whatever job He intends for me to have.
I got the call while on the other side of the country last week. The vacancy, described as an X/Y position, had interested me enough so that I'd submitted an application two weeks earlier. It was in a more rural location, but it was less than 40 miles from a major city- a definite mark in its favor. I agreed to drive up for the interview yesterday, and I was very excited! [Aside: I now find myself measuring distance in terms of what it would cost me for gas, so ... this was about $55 round trip, not including the nasty collection of various tolls which ended up being about $20.]
I budgeted extra time for unexpected delays, and while there was one half-hour setback, I arrived with an extra half hour. I used the time to drive around the area (pretty and simple). I stopped in at the gas station to get a snack, and the locals were quite friendly. I began to imagine myself living there, and I was pleased at the thought.
At the school, the secretaries were very kind and helpful; they knew I'd driven a distance and they offered to get me coffee or water upon my arrival. The principal came out to retrieve me and informed me that I'd be interviewing with him and two of the current music teachers on staff in his cozy (and slightly cramped) office. We chatted pleasantly, and I felt quite at ease. I'd enjoy having these people for colleagues, I thought to myself.
Then.
In one of the early questions, the principal posed this question: If I were to walk into your classroom, what would I see? What kind of teacher are you?
I asked, "In an X class?" (for this X/Y position)
He responded, "Well, I was thinking a Y class, but if you're more comfortable, then yes- X is fine."
I was more comfortable with X ~ it was what I had studied for my graduate degree, and I've spent years gaining practical experience in X field from many different angles. So I proceeded to answer the question in regards to X.
For further questions, the other staff members and the principal asked questions regarding and in terms of Y. Very specifically. Until they told me directly: The position was all Y during the day, but the candidate would have the opportunity to "assist" with X for 4 days a week after school. One of the staff members interviewing me was actually in charge of X classes.
I remained pleasant and perky after this revelation, and I believe I had a very good interview. I think my interviewers were very impressed by my portfolio. I really enjoyed talking with them; the interview felt more like a comfortable dialogue than an intimidating interrogation.
Afterwards, as soon as I got in the car and called my parents, I began to cry. I'd so been looking forward to this interview and I liked everything about it ~ location, people, community, colleagues, administration, etc~ everything, except for the job itself! Even if I were offered it, I don't want to accept because I really want an X position. I haven't spent YEARS and thousands of dollars preparing for an X position, only to end up with a Y position which hardly makes use of the skills for which I've spent so much time, energy, and money developing.
Mentor believes I ought to "hang in there for an X job," and I am. I submitted 2 more applications today, and I have a lead on another which I plan to investigate tomorrow. I don't know what God's will is, but I figure that in order to be open to it, I should apply for everything which looks as though it might be a good fit. I will "flood the market" as my mother has advised. God can do the other part~ preparing me for the right job and making it obvious to both my future employers and me that I am the best candidate for whatever job He intends for me to have.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Teaser
I was gonna write a long post about the rest of the weekend: half-catching the bride's bouquet, my 50+ year old mother breaking it down on the dance floor, the phone call I got on Friday which will require me to drive to another state tomorrow ... but, unfortunately, thunderclouds are overhead and I've gotta shut down the computer.
I probably won't have time to write later today due to rehearsal & packing for the unexpected trip, but I should be back home on Wednesday!
I probably won't have time to write later today due to rehearsal & packing for the unexpected trip, but I should be back home on Wednesday!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Narrowing the gap
Two of my cousins are 8 and 10 years older than I am. When we were younger, this was HUGE! I remember sitting around the Thanksgiving dinner table when my oldest cousin, a big ol' college student, made reference to the "little high school kids."
As a tiny 6th grader, I looked over at my mom and asked, incredulously, if I had heard my cousin correctly. "Little high school kids?" When my mother nodded, I protested, "But they're not little! They're huge!" I thought to myself that my cousin must be awfully old if he thought the big, intimidating high school students were "little."
Even a few years ago, the age gap seemed striking. After all, I was still grouped with "the kids," (my younger siblings, both of whom were in high school at the time) even though I'd already started college.
On this visit, however, I have been starting to feel as though I can relate to my older cousins as peers. It was delightful to talk with my cousin and his new bride this evening, even when the wife remarked that I looked the same age as my younger brother (18 years old)*. Conversation ranged from travels abroad to Grey's Anatomy to our respective career fields. I know I'm not quite where they are yet, but it doesn't feel quite as distant as before.
*I don't know why people love to make comments such as, "Oh, you look so young!" "Wow, you could pass for a high school student!" "I never would have thought you were nearly 23!" It used to bother me because people have actually treated me differently when they think I'm only a teenager instead of a young woman who has actually accomplished a decent amount for her years. And that's frustrating. (My ego would chime in- "Recognize me for all that I am!"- which would make me feel flustered and annoyed if I felt the least bit slighted, especially if I sensed it was because they thought that I, being young, wasn't worth as much.)
However, I've found that I can either: 1) smile and thank the person, because even though the remark can come across as offensive, they probably intended it as a compliment OR 2) laugh and say, "Thanks! I hope these good genes last as I continue to get older!"
As a tiny 6th grader, I looked over at my mom and asked, incredulously, if I had heard my cousin correctly. "Little high school kids?" When my mother nodded, I protested, "But they're not little! They're huge!" I thought to myself that my cousin must be awfully old if he thought the big, intimidating high school students were "little."
Even a few years ago, the age gap seemed striking. After all, I was still grouped with "the kids," (my younger siblings, both of whom were in high school at the time) even though I'd already started college.
On this visit, however, I have been starting to feel as though I can relate to my older cousins as peers. It was delightful to talk with my cousin and his new bride this evening, even when the wife remarked that I looked the same age as my younger brother (18 years old)*. Conversation ranged from travels abroad to Grey's Anatomy to our respective career fields. I know I'm not quite where they are yet, but it doesn't feel quite as distant as before.
*I don't know why people love to make comments such as, "Oh, you look so young!" "Wow, you could pass for a high school student!" "I never would have thought you were nearly 23!" It used to bother me because people have actually treated me differently when they think I'm only a teenager instead of a young woman who has actually accomplished a decent amount for her years. And that's frustrating. (My ego would chime in- "Recognize me for all that I am!"- which would make me feel flustered and annoyed if I felt the least bit slighted, especially if I sensed it was because they thought that I, being young, wasn't worth as much.)
However, I've found that I can either: 1) smile and thank the person, because even though the remark can come across as offensive, they probably intended it as a compliment OR 2) laugh and say, "Thanks! I hope these good genes last as I continue to get older!"
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Newcomer to trend & tangents
On the cross-country flight yesterday, I read part of a Thomas Hardy novel. I love his writing; it's so rich and full of imagery. However, I can't devour his novels as I might read Harry Potter or modern chick lit. I have to savor every piece bit by bit so that I don't miss anything.
So, while taking a break from Under the Greenwood Tree, I borrowed my brother's Sudoku book. (Aside: I can't ever remember how it's spelled - sudoku, soduko, sodoku; I always have to look it up.) I never liked this game before because I couldn't ever figure anything out ... but somehow, it began to click yesterday, and I passed most of the plane ride completing puzzles.
On another tangent, I woke up before 6am local time because my body didn't adjust, even though I went to bed around 11:30pm local time. Eh. Busy day/weekend seeing lots of family members who I haven't seen for a few years. I am excited about that.
So, while taking a break from Under the Greenwood Tree, I borrowed my brother's Sudoku book. (Aside: I can't ever remember how it's spelled - sudoku, soduko, sodoku; I always have to look it up.) I never liked this game before because I couldn't ever figure anything out ... but somehow, it began to click yesterday, and I passed most of the plane ride completing puzzles.
On another tangent, I woke up before 6am local time because my body didn't adjust, even though I went to bed around 11:30pm local time. Eh. Busy day/weekend seeing lots of family members who I haven't seen for a few years. I am excited about that.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Silver is tarnished
Update to last post:
Apparently the deadline for dream job has been extended. For another week and a half. Which means that the possibility of me interviewing before the whirlwind three weeks when I'm working out of the area probably won't happen. I really can't fly home from the other side of the country or from Europe for a job interview when I've already made a commitment to the organizations. :-( Trying not to feel so disheartened.
Apparently the deadline for dream job has been extended. For another week and a half. Which means that the possibility of me interviewing before the whirlwind three weeks when I'm working out of the area probably won't happen. I really can't fly home from the other side of the country or from Europe for a job interview when I've already made a commitment to the organizations. :-( Trying not to feel so disheartened.
Looking for sparkles of silver amidst the gray
I was under the impression that many music teachers get offered jobs in June, July, and August. It appears that I was wrong- more hiring takes place in late Spring. Most jobs are already filled now. I was late in submitting applications. I may have missed out on better opportunities because I was too focused on my recital, my oral exam, and my 17 graduate credits worth of courses.
I know I can't do anything about the past now, and I honestly don't know how I would have squeezed anything else into my limited down time (which was basically nonexistent). Still, I know part of me is continuing to grieve over lost opportunities because I simply didn't make time to focus on what was more important than I realized at the time.
The deadline for applications for the job I really want is today, so I'm really hoping that they'll call me for an interview. Soon.
I know I can't do anything about the past now, and I honestly don't know how I would have squeezed anything else into my limited down time (which was basically nonexistent). Still, I know part of me is continuing to grieve over lost opportunities because I simply didn't make time to focus on what was more important than I realized at the time.
The deadline for applications for the job I really want is today, so I'm really hoping that they'll call me for an interview. Soon.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Second step toward the real world
My interview went just fine. Sure, I had a moment where I stumbled over the answer (I'd forgotten to prepare for that particular question, even though I figured it would be asked), but overall, the interview was a simple dialogue.
I couldn't tell what the principal thought of me, but the district arts coordinator (DAC) was very encouraging. It's not my ideal job; I would much rather work with older students, and I'd really prefer the opportunity to spend more than 90 minutes a week doing what my Master's trained me to do. When I spoke with the DAC at a conference a few months ago, I had admitted that to her. She even acknowledged this when she called about the interview, and she kept telling me it would be a good way to get my foot in the door and that she looks internally first when positions are available. That is good to know, but I don't believe that she is expecting openings at the level I'd prefer for 2009-10. Eh.
In related news, I put in an email to another local colleague (well-respected teacher) who has commented before that he'd love to see me teaching in this area. He wrote back, saying he was more than willing to call some local administrators (which was an unexpected and kind offer on his part).
At first I thought, "Should I really have someone call on my behalf? Does that make me look desperate, like my qualifications won't stand up enough on their own?" They should.
Then I got over my ego and wrote back that I appreciated his offer, and yes, that would be lovely if he would make those calls. So ... we'll see what happens.
Aside to God: Thanks for being with me today! What ARE Your plans for me? Please let me know!
I couldn't tell what the principal thought of me, but the district arts coordinator (DAC) was very encouraging. It's not my ideal job; I would much rather work with older students, and I'd really prefer the opportunity to spend more than 90 minutes a week doing what my Master's trained me to do. When I spoke with the DAC at a conference a few months ago, I had admitted that to her. She even acknowledged this when she called about the interview, and she kept telling me it would be a good way to get my foot in the door and that she looks internally first when positions are available. That is good to know, but I don't believe that she is expecting openings at the level I'd prefer for 2009-10. Eh.
In related news, I put in an email to another local colleague (well-respected teacher) who has commented before that he'd love to see me teaching in this area. He wrote back, saying he was more than willing to call some local administrators (which was an unexpected and kind offer on his part).
At first I thought, "Should I really have someone call on my behalf? Does that make me look desperate, like my qualifications won't stand up enough on their own?" They should.
Then I got over my ego and wrote back that I appreciated his offer, and yes, that would be lovely if he would make those calls. So ... we'll see what happens.
Aside to God: Thanks for being with me today! What ARE Your plans for me? Please let me know!
Surprise opportunity
Last night (about 13 hours ago), I was called and asked if I'd be willing to interview THIS MORNING for a job about an hour away. I said, "Sure!" Gulp.
Right after I got the call, I had rehearsal for THREE HOURS, and then I had to fill out the formal application online. That was supposed to take 20 minutes, but it took TWO HOURS because the website wasn't functioning properly.
I finally got to bed just before 1am, and I woke up five minutes before my alarm was set to go off, shortly after 6am. As I'm finishing up my toast and tea, I'm trying to figure out what I've got to do to finish preparing. This job is not my ideal age level, and I haven't had time to think to think about all of the types of questions I will most likely be asked. It's quite different from how I would approach answering questions for a job at my ideal age level. (The subject matter, while still the same field, is quite different.) And I have TWO hours to get ready, find something to wear (I laid out a suit because it's been instilled in me that I must wear a suit to an interview, but, dude, it's gonna be a record high with lots of humidity today. Ugh), and go over possible questions before I have to drive the hour to get there. Lord, please be with me.
Right after I got the call, I had rehearsal for THREE HOURS, and then I had to fill out the formal application online. That was supposed to take 20 minutes, but it took TWO HOURS because the website wasn't functioning properly.
I finally got to bed just before 1am, and I woke up five minutes before my alarm was set to go off, shortly after 6am. As I'm finishing up my toast and tea, I'm trying to figure out what I've got to do to finish preparing. This job is not my ideal age level, and I haven't had time to think to think about all of the types of questions I will most likely be asked. It's quite different from how I would approach answering questions for a job at my ideal age level. (The subject matter, while still the same field, is quite different.) And I have TWO hours to get ready, find something to wear (I laid out a suit because it's been instilled in me that I must wear a suit to an interview, but, dude, it's gonna be a record high with lots of humidity today. Ugh), and go over possible questions before I have to drive the hour to get there. Lord, please be with me.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Two Days...
...until I leave yet again!
I visited Westley and his family this weekend. There was a lovely spring which was illuminated at nighttime, a campfire on two nights, antique-shopping, lunch at a quirky and fun pub which Westley described as being for "intellectuals," icecream outside in the warm summer evening, dips in the jacuzzi, nice long drives in the countryside, church, and a brief shopping trip (I love our bookstore dates, even when we don't actually buy anything, because it's so wonderful to walk around and look at and talk about all sorts of fascinating books). Precious family time also included a yummy picnic dinner and time spent throwing frisbees, checking out tadpoles, and kicking around a soccer ball with the nephews.
Westley's mother told us that one of the nephews (age 4) said, "Estrella is cute!" And then, catching himself, he revised his remark, "I mean, Uncle Westley thinks Estrella is cute!"
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Next up: a trip to a place where I haven't been for nearly 4 years, to celebrate a happy family occasion. Alas, I do not expect that I will take my laptop with me ... so ... if I can't think of anything to post in the next few days, this blog may not be updated for another week!
I visited Westley and his family this weekend. There was a lovely spring which was illuminated at nighttime, a campfire on two nights, antique-shopping, lunch at a quirky and fun pub which Westley described as being for "intellectuals," icecream outside in the warm summer evening, dips in the jacuzzi, nice long drives in the countryside, church, and a brief shopping trip (I love our bookstore dates, even when we don't actually buy anything, because it's so wonderful to walk around and look at and talk about all sorts of fascinating books). Precious family time also included a yummy picnic dinner and time spent throwing frisbees, checking out tadpoles, and kicking around a soccer ball with the nephews.
Westley's mother told us that one of the nephews (age 4) said, "Estrella is cute!" And then, catching himself, he revised his remark, "I mean, Uncle Westley thinks Estrella is cute!"
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Next up: a trip to a place where I haven't been for nearly 4 years, to celebrate a happy family occasion. Alas, I do not expect that I will take my laptop with me ... so ... if I can't think of anything to post in the next few days, this blog may not be updated for another week!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Fun-filled weekend, part 2
*Sequel to Part 1!
After Saturday's heavy rain, BestFriend wanted to visit the beach again during low tide to look for more wonderful treasures. So ... on Sunday morning, we got up early, threw on old t-shirts and shorts, and drove to a smaller, closer shore.The area was not nearly as picturesque or grand as where we had visited on Friday, but it was still lovely to stand on the wet sand and let the delicously cool water wash over my feet in tiny waves. A lovely way to wake up.
From there, we spontaneously decided to go into the local bakery where we shared two muffins, BestFriend with her orange juice and me with a frozen mocha cappuccino (which I'd never had before, but figured BestFriend's visit was a good excuse to spoil myself).
After that tasty meal, we rushed home, got ready quickly, and went to church. I hadn't been to that church since I'd gotten home, because I had other obligations at my other church in the area. Enjoyed the service, the sermon, and seeing people afterwards. They also asked graduates to come forward for a blessing (which I had not expected), and that was very special too. (BestFriend came forward with me to lay her hand on my shoulder because I had no family present.)
After church, we came home and grabbed a snack before heading to StateCapital for more sightseeing. It turned out that there was a huge arts festival downtown, and we loved browsing through the various stalls of handmade purses, jewelry, glassware, scarves, clothing, soaps, and food samples. I got an adorable turquoise Asian-print tote which folded and zipped up into a pocket the size of an eyeglasses case for only $15! Awesome for traveling. We walked further downtown to the shops (tourist and otherwise), and I got an amazing outfit for 65% off the original price, even though it took me awhile to decide if I really wanted to pay $70 for both pieces (combined).
BestFriend spotted an ominous dark cloud above us, and sure enough, it rained quite heavily. Thankfully, the storm passed quickly and we were still able to explore the natural beauty around the town after the rain stopped. On our way back to the parking garage, we were lured into a whimsical yet sophisticated tea shop, and we both ended up buying tea. (I don't even have my own teapot yet, but I have this romantic fancy of cozying up with a book and a lovely cup of tea in my future apartment, wherever it may be. I imagine reality will actually involve me curling up with lesson plans and one of my many musical mugs.)
Speaking of dark, ominous clouds, the trees are swaying outside while thunder rumbles nearby. The storm hasn't hit yet, but I think it's probably better for me to turn off the computer
POSTED A FEW HOURS LATER because the power blinked right after I wrote the above sentence, shutting off the computer for me, and the storm came. (Thank goodness for the Autosave feature on Blogger!) More storms are expected ... so more descriptions of last weekend's festivities must be reserved for another time.
After Saturday's heavy rain, BestFriend wanted to visit the beach again during low tide to look for more wonderful treasures. So ... on Sunday morning, we got up early, threw on old t-shirts and shorts, and drove to a smaller, closer shore.The area was not nearly as picturesque or grand as where we had visited on Friday, but it was still lovely to stand on the wet sand and let the delicously cool water wash over my feet in tiny waves. A lovely way to wake up.
From there, we spontaneously decided to go into the local bakery where we shared two muffins, BestFriend with her orange juice and me with a frozen mocha cappuccino (which I'd never had before, but figured BestFriend's visit was a good excuse to spoil myself).
After that tasty meal, we rushed home, got ready quickly, and went to church. I hadn't been to that church since I'd gotten home, because I had other obligations at my other church in the area. Enjoyed the service, the sermon, and seeing people afterwards. They also asked graduates to come forward for a blessing (which I had not expected), and that was very special too. (BestFriend came forward with me to lay her hand on my shoulder because I had no family present.)
After church, we came home and grabbed a snack before heading to StateCapital for more sightseeing. It turned out that there was a huge arts festival downtown, and we loved browsing through the various stalls of handmade purses, jewelry, glassware, scarves, clothing, soaps, and food samples. I got an adorable turquoise Asian-print tote which folded and zipped up into a pocket the size of an eyeglasses case for only $15! Awesome for traveling. We walked further downtown to the shops (tourist and otherwise), and I got an amazing outfit for 65% off the original price, even though it took me awhile to decide if I really wanted to pay $70 for both pieces (combined).
BestFriend spotted an ominous dark cloud above us, and sure enough, it rained quite heavily. Thankfully, the storm passed quickly and we were still able to explore the natural beauty around the town after the rain stopped. On our way back to the parking garage, we were lured into a whimsical yet sophisticated tea shop, and we both ended up buying tea. (I don't even have my own teapot yet, but I have this romantic fancy of cozying up with a book and a lovely cup of tea in my future apartment, wherever it may be. I imagine reality will actually involve me curling up with lesson plans and one of my many musical mugs.)
Speaking of dark, ominous clouds, the trees are swaying outside while thunder rumbles nearby. The storm hasn't hit yet, but I think it's probably better for me to turn off the computer
POSTED A FEW HOURS LATER because the power blinked right after I wrote the above sentence, shutting off the computer for me, and the storm came. (Thank goodness for the Autosave feature on Blogger!) More storms are expected ... so more descriptions of last weekend's festivities must be reserved for another time.
Trying not to crowd the eggs in one basket
One of the jobs for which I applied last week sounds perfect to me. Location-wise, it's not near a city, but the area has Target & Starbucks not too far away, and that's good enough. Additionally, it's the closest job I've found to where Westley will be next year, and that is certainly an awesome benefit.
I applied and also emailed the person in charge of handling the applications because I'd met him when he gave a presentation at AlmaMater. When I contacted Mentor about something else recently, I mentioned that I'd applied for the job. Today, she wrote back telling me that she too had received an announcement about the job, and that she had put in a good word for me with the person in charge. He's on the board for a community organization in which she holds a prominent role.
*crossing my fingers* Of all the jobs for which I've applied, this is the one I want the most! I'm hoping it's God's will for me! Even if not, I'm sure He'll open a door somewhere.
I applied and also emailed the person in charge of handling the applications because I'd met him when he gave a presentation at AlmaMater. When I contacted Mentor about something else recently, I mentioned that I'd applied for the job. Today, she wrote back telling me that she too had received an announcement about the job, and that she had put in a good word for me with the person in charge. He's on the board for a community organization in which she holds a prominent role.
*crossing my fingers* Of all the jobs for which I've applied, this is the one I want the most! I'm hoping it's God's will for me! Even if not, I'm sure He'll open a door somewhere.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Butterfly-inducing discovery and tangents
I check my site meter every once in awhile just 'cause I like to see if anyone is actually reading my blog. I know that one of my favorite bloggers occasionally checks in on me, but really, there aren't that many others who stick around through the barren passages of time when I a) have nothing super-exciting to share or b) get wrapped up in the chaos around me so much that I can't make it to my beloved computer to write.
So, I was surprised, flattered, and a little nervous (hence the butterflies) when I discovered that a new person seemed to like my writing so much that he/she has read a lot lately. Why nervous? Well, I know people in this person's geographic location. What if the person who is reading this actually knows me?!
I don't write too much personally identifiable information on here because, yeah, I like remaining anonymous. But, if you know me IRL and you stumbled across this blog, you'd probably figure out that I write it. So why do I prefer anonymity?
1) Professionals in my field have to deal with the fish bowl lifestyle. That is- I'll be a mini-celebrity when I eventually get a job. I don't write rants often or complain about my job or anything, but still ... better not to have anything linked back to me. I want my professional and personal (including blogging) life to be separate.
1b) I also don't have a job yet. Don't want this to be something potential employers find when googling my name. Nor do I want future colleagues or students checking out this stuff.
2) I feel much more comfortable writing for people I don't know than for those I do know. Westley asked me once about this. "Why do you feel comfortable sharing your personal feelings with strangers- stuff that anyone could read on the Internet?"
My justification was lame; I'd maintained an online journal since I was 15. It was all for tradition's sake.
I think, now, however, that it's more about my longstanding concern with what others think of me. Why should it bother me if people I don't know don't like what I have to say? So what? I don't even know them. But ... if people I actually knew IRL were reading this, I'd be more concerned. That's not to say I don't appreciate feedback from lovely commenters I've never met- I do & I love them for taking time to leave a thoughtful remark. I guess what I'm getting at is: perhaps I wouldn't write as much if I knew the people who were reading. Or maybe I wouldn't write what I write.
Anyway, I'm losing my focus in writing this because my dad's watching TV and I'm waiting for my phone date with Westley. Anyway, welcome to my newest reader!
So, I was surprised, flattered, and a little nervous (hence the butterflies) when I discovered that a new person seemed to like my writing so much that he/she has read a lot lately. Why nervous? Well, I know people in this person's geographic location. What if the person who is reading this actually knows me?!
I don't write too much personally identifiable information on here because, yeah, I like remaining anonymous. But, if you know me IRL and you stumbled across this blog, you'd probably figure out that I write it. So why do I prefer anonymity?
1) Professionals in my field have to deal with the fish bowl lifestyle. That is- I'll be a mini-celebrity when I eventually get a job. I don't write rants often or complain about my job or anything, but still ... better not to have anything linked back to me. I want my professional and personal (including blogging) life to be separate.
1b) I also don't have a job yet. Don't want this to be something potential employers find when googling my name. Nor do I want future colleagues or students checking out this stuff.
2) I feel much more comfortable writing for people I don't know than for those I do know. Westley asked me once about this. "Why do you feel comfortable sharing your personal feelings with strangers- stuff that anyone could read on the Internet?"
My justification was lame; I'd maintained an online journal since I was 15. It was all for tradition's sake.
I think, now, however, that it's more about my longstanding concern with what others think of me. Why should it bother me if people I don't know don't like what I have to say? So what? I don't even know them. But ... if people I actually knew IRL were reading this, I'd be more concerned. That's not to say I don't appreciate feedback from lovely commenters I've never met- I do & I love them for taking time to leave a thoughtful remark. I guess what I'm getting at is: perhaps I wouldn't write as much if I knew the people who were reading. Or maybe I wouldn't write what I write.
Anyway, I'm losing my focus in writing this because my dad's watching TV and I'm waiting for my phone date with Westley. Anyway, welcome to my newest reader!
Fun-filled weekend, part 1
BestFriend's extended weekend at Casa de mis padres was amazing and packed to the brim with all sorts of exciting adventures!
After I picked her up from the airport on Friday around noon, we dropped her things off at the house before beginning our exploration of my area. We started at the nature trail at a local swamp. I warned her that I hadn't been there since elementary school, but that I seemed to remember that it was an interesting experience. It was fun ~ wooden boardwalk suspended not even a yard above the swamp, tall and vividly green trees and plants around us, live animal sightings (two lizards, one snake, one raccoon, and some birds) ~ an enjoyable half-hour excursion.
From there, we headed to the beach because BestFriend desperately wanted to find sharks' teeth. Unfortunately, we had no luck there, but we had a fun time meandering along the sand and sea grasses. We found bits of coral (cool! I didn't remember finding that on earlier visits), and BestFriend picked up a cluster of (empty) oyster shells which had bonded together. Wonderful treasures.
We headed home for a huge dinner for my family and three of my sister's friends who had helped her move her things out of her college apartment for the summer. After an exquisite dining experience (mmmm ... love my mom's cooking!), we watched "The Wedding Date" ~ our one chick flick this weekend.
On Saturday, we rose early to head into the nearest city. While using the local transportation, we saw an advertisement for an outdoors artisan festival/farmer's market. We browsed the paintings, clothing, jewelry (and we both invested in "real fresh-water pearl" jewelry which was being sold for such a good deal that we questioned its "real" status), and cutting boards (and we each bought, on impulse, a small cutting board on sale because they were all so beautiful). As we were heading out, the heavens opened and HEAVY rain began to fall. We stayed under the tent for a little while before dashing to a used bookstore across the street. An hour or so later, we emerged from the bookstore with new books. (I picked up yet another travel memoir to read, even though I have not started on one I got last month, and I'm still in the middle of a spiritual memoir BestFriend lent me in March.) From there, we went to an art museum before wandering around the city looking at pretty, historical structures. Oddly enough, I ran into a student from GradSchool who asked what I was doing in famous city. (He lives many hours from here, and he didn't realize I live much closer to the city.)
My sister and mother spent the day shopping, and when we arrived home, we were shown all of the professional clothing they'd gotten for my sister's internship this summer. After that, I tried on items from my wardrobe while BestFriend and my mom voted for or against keeping certain items. (Ill-fitting, no longer age-appropriate, etc. clothing has since been placed in bags for nearby younger neighbors to browse.) Alas, former favorite items are no longer part of my wardrobe, and we didn't even go through everything. Still, I'm glad to be rid of clothing which was just taking up space in my closet!
More to come in a future entry. Must take a break from writing now to go deal with laundry and the like. :-)
After I picked her up from the airport on Friday around noon, we dropped her things off at the house before beginning our exploration of my area. We started at the nature trail at a local swamp. I warned her that I hadn't been there since elementary school, but that I seemed to remember that it was an interesting experience. It was fun ~ wooden boardwalk suspended not even a yard above the swamp, tall and vividly green trees and plants around us, live animal sightings (two lizards, one snake, one raccoon, and some birds) ~ an enjoyable half-hour excursion.
From there, we headed to the beach because BestFriend desperately wanted to find sharks' teeth. Unfortunately, we had no luck there, but we had a fun time meandering along the sand and sea grasses. We found bits of coral (cool! I didn't remember finding that on earlier visits), and BestFriend picked up a cluster of (empty) oyster shells which had bonded together. Wonderful treasures.
We headed home for a huge dinner for my family and three of my sister's friends who had helped her move her things out of her college apartment for the summer. After an exquisite dining experience (mmmm ... love my mom's cooking!), we watched "The Wedding Date" ~ our one chick flick this weekend.
On Saturday, we rose early to head into the nearest city. While using the local transportation, we saw an advertisement for an outdoors artisan festival/farmer's market. We browsed the paintings, clothing, jewelry (and we both invested in "real fresh-water pearl" jewelry which was being sold for such a good deal that we questioned its "real" status), and cutting boards (and we each bought, on impulse, a small cutting board on sale because they were all so beautiful). As we were heading out, the heavens opened and HEAVY rain began to fall. We stayed under the tent for a little while before dashing to a used bookstore across the street. An hour or so later, we emerged from the bookstore with new books. (I picked up yet another travel memoir to read, even though I have not started on one I got last month, and I'm still in the middle of a spiritual memoir BestFriend lent me in March.) From there, we went to an art museum before wandering around the city looking at pretty, historical structures. Oddly enough, I ran into a student from GradSchool who asked what I was doing in famous city. (He lives many hours from here, and he didn't realize I live much closer to the city.)
My sister and mother spent the day shopping, and when we arrived home, we were shown all of the professional clothing they'd gotten for my sister's internship this summer. After that, I tried on items from my wardrobe while BestFriend and my mom voted for or against keeping certain items. (Ill-fitting, no longer age-appropriate, etc. clothing has since been placed in bags for nearby younger neighbors to browse.) Alas, former favorite items are no longer part of my wardrobe, and we didn't even go through everything. Still, I'm glad to be rid of clothing which was just taking up space in my closet!
More to come in a future entry. Must take a break from writing now to go deal with laundry and the like. :-)
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