Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Considering the title of this post, I suppose I should start by saying labas. So exciting news. I got accepted to the MA TESOL program at LCC (in Lithuania). I don't think I have screamed so much since I got the Regents Scholarship. Seriously, I had already resigned that idea. I didn't think I would get in. I'm far more interested in linguistic research than in teaching, and judging by the interview, I got the impression that they were looking for people who really wanted to go teach. So I expected an honest "you're not the candidate we're looking for" (thanks Obi Wan) and was fine with that. Then...
We are pleased to offer you admission to the MA TESOL program at LCC International University.
Like I said, I screamed so loud I scared my neighbors. But I am STOKED. And now I have twice as much to do. I have to get all my paperwork squared away, book my flight, find a place to live and a job to hold down for the bulk of the year when I'm not on LCC's campus... I think I want to stay in Albuquerque... oh my, that means I have two weeks to find an apartment... here we go...
Also, the honors program has decided to award me summa cum laude with international designation. That was a nice plus to my day too. (The only thing standing in my way would be my colloquium teacher deciding I (a) didn't spend enough time on the Thought for Food slam or (b) deciding I didn't properly document the time I did spend on it. I am vaguely worried about this. But that this point, if she throws a fit that I only, say, spent thirty hours instead of thirty-five, there will be some serious appealing of her judgment. But I must stop this subject here before I spoil this lovely day with a rant.) Here is your passage for today (yesterday's blog is listed for today, but I really wrote it late last night, my time):
"yes, yes," Scott flipped through the book on Raveen, "This is a murder of revenge, and I assure you, when you get to the bottom of it, you will find a woman drowned. In the meantime, you are looking for a safety mage, six feet tall, bruised as if he recently got into a fight, with an unusually small hand."
"One unusually small hand?" Pokorny asked after a pause.
"Yes," Scott said, "his right hand to be exact. His left hand has been cut off."
Well, that's all fine and dandy, Scott, but exactly how do you know that again? Sadly, this is the part that is difficult to write. I'll let you know when I get there. In other news, I have begun creating a wiki for the Zennis universe, for those who want to more about it (not to mention it helps me keep everything straight, considering how big and interconnected it all is.) I imagine the full story which I have been posting sections of will end up there at some point.