My foot slurping into a puddle is not a satisfying sensation. In fact, it’s downright dreadful (it should be known that wet socks are as annoying as loud chewers or people who take phone calls in the library). As I walked through downtown Chicago the day after a snowstorm, the purpose of galoshes became very clear.
I was in Chicago last Friday for my interview with the JET program. It was a one-day affair fueled by granola bars and made possible through the wonderful vehicles of Megabus.
Getting onto the Megabus was spectacular. A double-decker bus always means business. Not to mention the Wi-Fi (incredibly slow, but still). There were even outlets for individual seats. I felt like I was riding first class, bus style.
The interview went very well, but I mainly say that because I have to wait two months to hear the results, and I don’t have the emotional energy to worry about it for that amount of time. So for the next two months, you won’t hear a word about it from me. You’ll know when I get the news, because I’ll either be rejoicing in the streets or moping for a solid week.