At the end of a phone interview today, the interviewer told me that I should not be upset if I get rejected in a couple of weeks. I don't think that's supposed to happen at the end of an interview.
But today was a good day.
I was summoned to a one-on-one talk on Biblical values on life, presumably because of some crazy liberal pro-choice tendencies I never even uttered.
Still, today was a good day.
My stomach felt empty/sick for most of the day. Chris did not do his readings; I noticed, yet he still engaged actively in the class discussion. The Band Man signed an email 'Despondent.' Had excellent run-ins with Megan, Alex, Creeps, Joe, and a host of others. And most important of all, I spent a few hours of the day with a poet hero of mine. By the end of the night, he didn't have to ask me for my name, but took my CD and just started writing. He gave me a prescription for my hip hop hands. I walked out of his hilarious performance, after joking around with him and just catching up with Jonique and Tony, two poets that keep me motivated on campus, and I realized, walking in this night, that I had a sweatshirt on and it was not cold. Today was a good day.
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