I want to talk to you about Wednesday and Thursday, as I’ve been building up those two days since the dawn of time (or since last week, at least).
Wednesday was my senior seminar presentation. Basically, having cut down my twelve page research paper about fortune’s role in Pandosto down to eight pages, I proceeded to read those eight pages to an audience of professors, classmates, friends, and (bless them) my parents. It sounds boring, doesn’t it, to read an eight page literary analysis to a crowd of people (many of whom were not, nor had any desire to be, English majors)? Well, it sort of was, but I tried to use everything that I learned in high school speech. I stood up straight, I used my clearest, loudest voice, and I tried to put feeling into my words. I care a great deal about my topic, and I viewed my presentation as a chance to make the audience care as well, at least a little bit.
My legs were shaking for the first few pages, but then I began to enjoy myself (as I always do), and when I would look up from the page, I would see my advisor listening carefully in the back, or my friend Ben grinning, or my Dad enduring nobly. It felt a great deal like my birthday party in that I felt supported and celebrated and (I’ll admit only to you) a tad teary. Then there was applause, and it was over.
A few days later, I got an email from my professor containing my presentation rubric: I got a 99%. The 1% deduction, she explained, was because I had pronounced a word wrong. I’m not overly upset about that one, however, as it was spelled strangely in the citation I read it from, and thus I didn’t recognize it to be the word it actually was, and thus pronounced it the way I saw it, and not the way I knew the word it actually was should be pronounced (whew).
Thursday was my Teach for America final interview. I’m not going to go into detail about this one, as we’re under an oath of confidentiality, but I think I can tell you that I rocked it. That sounds arrogant. I know it does. But honestly, there’s no other way to describe how well I feel I did. Despite having gotten five hours of sleep both Tuesday night and Wednesday night, and despite having had to navigate to/through Minneapolis at the crack of dawn, I was at the absolute top of my game. I was confident and energetic in every step of the interview, and am now even more convinced that Teach for America is what I want to be doing a year from now. I won’t find out until early January if I got into the corps. If I got in, further, the same email will also tell me which region I’ll be teaching in, and which grade/subject I’ll be teaching.
It’s a long wait, but I’m not anxious about the results. I’ve done my best, and have sought to represent myself accurately and positively throughout the admissions process. It’s nice to know that if I don’t make the cut, then there must be a qualification or trait that I don’t possess. It won’t be because I didn’t perform as well as I could have.
Those were the “biggies,” if you will. I still have one five-page and one ten-page paper to write, my senior seminar paper to turn in (after some fairly minor editing), and two final exams to take.
I also want to mention that I’ve noticed more and more people have been following my blog lately. Thank you! I get excited with every single new follow I see, and I encourage you to comment on a post if you have a question/opinion or want to say hi.