Applying

My days usually end up being pretty long. That’s because I usually wake up around 7am (when Paul comes into the room after showering) and can’t fall back asleep. I guess I would feel like more of a loser if I slept all morning, or maybe ::gasp:: into the afternoon. So I wake up early, eat, look at my round of usual websites, and apply for jobs. I really do spend a lot of time looking and applying for jobs on any given day. There must be tons of other people applying for jobs too (since Craig’s List is so convenient, you know?). I hope my Bachelor’s in Philosophy/Peace Studies, instead of confusing people, will make them think I’m smart.

Oh, here is a juicy little tidbit of information: yesterday I submitted my final application for Americorp! I applied for 10 different programs (all around here) and already got one phone call and one e-mail yesterday. One program involves mentoring children whose parents are in prison… well, I’d actually be screening possible mentors and doing recruitment. The director of the program called me yesterday and we chatted (“Why are you interested in this program? What skills do you think you could bring?”), and she forwarded my application to specific sites around this area. Now I just have to wait and see if those sites want to interview me, then she’ll contact me to set up a phone interview. There are lots of other programs I applied for though, so we’ll see how it works out.

I would really like to do Americorp, and feel it would give me some kind of satisfaction. The best part about it is the loan forbearance… they also offer a living allowance, relocation help, health coverage in most cases, and an educational award at the end of service (which would help pay off loans…). Not that I want to get my hopes up too much, of course, but I’m trying. The best part is that Paul is totally open to relocation. Hopefully that would give me more opportunities to find something I’d really enjoy.

It’s a depressing time of year. Particularly today I have an ache in my gut because the folks at Manchester are starting the new school year as we speak (they would have just gotten out of the opening convocation). I love school, I really do, and it makes me sad that I won’t have the luxury of such structured learning. I hope to return to school one day once a good grad school will accept me.

I guess that’s enough for now. It’s 8:19am and I’ve already got a lot on my mind.