Well, I found out this afternoon that Amity is "unable to offer me a position." Back to the drawing board.
In an act of spite, I guess, I came back from work and applied to a random publishing company in New York City. Soon, it will sink in that I'm stuck in Chicago for at least another six months, and that it's now going to be nearly impossible for me to work out a way to go abroad, and so I'll probably spend the weekend curled up in bed denying the existence of the rest of the world.
Goshdarnit.
Though, I mean, after the first interview I wasn't really sold on the whole thing anyway. Too corporate, too focused on looking "genki!" rather than actually teaching things. I mean, there wasn't a bit of talk about teaching methods or anything. I honestly still have no idea what they were looking for. And I knew in the second interview, by the end of the teaching demonstration, that I didn't stand a chance with the interviewer I had. I just figured maybe she was stoic, and that I wasn't reading her right. I should have bounced up and down, and cared less about content, I guess. But it is my curse to overthink things. Hopefully the (dying) publishing world will take me in.
Or maybe the museums will stop being dumb-butts and start looking for people other than Education Majors.
Sigh.
(Yes, I'm limiting myself severely here, but I still can't consign myself to being an office wench forever.)
In an act of spite, I guess, I came back from work and applied to a random publishing company in New York City. Soon, it will sink in that I'm stuck in Chicago for at least another six months, and that it's now going to be nearly impossible for me to work out a way to go abroad, and so I'll probably spend the weekend curled up in bed denying the existence of the rest of the world.
Goshdarnit.
Though, I mean, after the first interview I wasn't really sold on the whole thing anyway. Too corporate, too focused on looking "genki!" rather than actually teaching things. I mean, there wasn't a bit of talk about teaching methods or anything. I honestly still have no idea what they were looking for. And I knew in the second interview, by the end of the teaching demonstration, that I didn't stand a chance with the interviewer I had. I just figured maybe she was stoic, and that I wasn't reading her right. I should have bounced up and down, and cared less about content, I guess. But it is my curse to overthink things. Hopefully the (dying) publishing world will take me in.
Or maybe the museums will stop being dumb-butts and start looking for people other than Education Majors.
Sigh.
(Yes, I'm limiting myself severely here, but I still can't consign myself to being an office wench forever.)