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.
When preparing for those life changing events, it’s good to have some support. That’s exactly what the Internship and Career Services Office does. Don’t believe me? Well it’s not like I’ve mentioned this once or twice before, but I am adamant in this assertion.
Snazziest kid on campus. Who wouldn't hire him? No really, tell me, and I'll go change their mind.
After being called in to an interview in Chicago for a fantastic opportunity, I realized that this wasn’t the sort of thing that I would ever want to drop the ball on. So I called up the office, set up an appointment for a mock interview, and prepared for it.
They were more helpful than I could have imagined. They prepared questions, recorded a twenty minute interview, and then walked me through the recording to show me how I could improve, and where I was doing well.
I’m not gonna make any bets, but I am almost certain that I won’t walk out of that interview disappointed with my own performance. And that’s all I can ask for.
Q. You’re not better than me because you visited Venice. I heard it’s overhyped and really expensive.
A. Words of an ignorant man. As I was saying, the city was alive with festivities. I split my time between exhausting my camera’s battery and my wallet at delicious restaurants or tourist sights. Normally I try to avoid being a tourist, but in this case I had to give in.
People always tell me I shouldn't stick my nose in other people's business...
Q. Know the best way not to be a tourist? Stay in your own country and stop complaining.
A. Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t bring you with me! You would have loved the flight of the angel (an event that left my neck begging for rest) and all of the panoramic shots of the canal system. I just didn’t feel like being crazy abroad. But, I can buy you a knick-knack if that’ll make you feel better.
Q. …It might.
A. I’ll get you one from Venice. How about a mask to remind you how much you missed out on!
Q. I don’t like you.
(Thus concludes Andrew’s first and only existential dilemma.)
Flight of the Angel!!!
An assortment of mask...what fun!
Q. So Andrew, what’s been new with you?
A. First of all, I’d like to thank you for having me on your show. This past weekend, I visited Carnevale!
Q. I think you misspelled carnival, there.
A. You are incorrect sir! Carnevale is an annual festival throughout Italy that precedes Lent. I visited Venice on the opening weekend. It was incredible: the entire town was in the streets, partying in the classiest manner. I felt like I had been dropped into medieval Europe, what with all of the costumes, masks, and even the—
Q. So it’s just a hyped up Halloween? So really I’m not missing much right?
A. …You are incorrect. Sir.
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I'm as excited for Carnevale as I am for this Twix that I bought on the trip there