Back to the job...it would be so fabulous. I would have two sections of French 102 and one section of a French film class of my choice. Like a REAL PROFESSOR! And if I finish my dissertation over the course of the year, they'll up my salary to reflect the Ph.D...how cool is that? The only problem is that they told me they would call yesterday afternoon and I still haven't heard anything. I'm pretty sure I've got the position, since it's a last-minute replacement and they know me to be a good teacher, but still...
On the bright side, here's the building I'd get to teach in, and have my office in, too:
This is the most random post I possibly have made since I started this blog. I'm watching American Idol and am wondering how on God's green earth Jason Castro made it to the top five. What the hell? He's a total goober. Seriously, y'all...JASON??? He's like some boring guy singing at an outdoor festival to a bunch of hippies, none of whom are listening cause he's so BORING. Sheesh.
Brooke is singing "I'm A Believer," a song from which my childhood lyric flubs will always stick in my head. "I'm a believer I could enlieve her if I tried"..."When I needed sunshine on my brain"..."Not a trace looked out in my mind"...the hits go on and on.
Tonight is Neil Diamond night. Eddie, I hope you're watching, even though no one's singing "Solitary Man."