I will know how I did on my interview in roughly two weeks. As I attempt to wait patiently, I can feel tension build. It’s not a matter of being excited about going; it’s a matter of planning either way.
If I get accepted:
Then I’ll be super excited–of course. It also means that I have to go through my stuff: get rid of more things, box up things that I don’t think I’ll need for a year, etc. I will also have to make sure I study and take my GRE by June/July. Actually, perhaps knowing that I’m going to Japan will be less stressful…I think.
If I don’t get accepted:
What in the world would I do? Well I have a couple plans, but I’m obviously not committed to any because I’m still waiting on my preferred choice. I think this is what’s eating me: I can’t decide what I would do. I do have a few back-up plans, and maybe I should just stop thinking about them completely. Probably the pre-planning of a possibility that won’t happen is a waste of my brain activity. Yet, I do have other options. Option 1 would be to stay with my dad in San Antonio, who would hopefully support me for a while and I would go to UTSA, improve my French and possibly substitute teach. Option 2 would be to look into teaching elsewhere abroad: i.e. South Korea. Option 3: Suffer through another year of teaching but save a whole lot of money.
I guess it’s just the idea of not knowing that’s driving me crazy. At least it’s only 2 more weeks.