Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Job Interviews . . . and Flu

Well, a flu-ish creature has decided to come and pay me a visit.  It's taken up residence in my chest and has made itself right at home.  The fever comes in handy for warming my coffee, and the chills are a nice break from the monotony of thesis-writing.  Of course, the timing could certainly be better, but the irony is rather funny.  If you recall, I got the flu right before the first time that I went overseas to teach.  Maybe it's a sign?

I have two phone interviews with overseas schools today.  One is with a school for Korean students in China that's run by some lovely British individuals (can't get much more international than that!) and another is in . . . well, I think I'll just keep the location of the other one under my hat for the time being.  It's a far more exciting location that probably will have to be broken gently to the family if I were to get an offer (suffice to say, it is a location that I would jump upon in a heartbeat).  So far, I've heard back from schools in East and West Java, China, Cambodia, Thailand, Senegal, Bangladesh, and a few other places that my mother probably wouldn't like.  ☺

Spring break is fast approaching (only one week away) and I, sadly, am probably going nowhere.  I'd like to drive up to Michigan to visit, but I just don't think time will permit, owing to all the problems my thesis and I have been having.  I've slowly grown to hate that wretched offspring of my feeble endeavors!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"