Next week is Innovative Learning Week (regularly shortened to 'ILW' by the university without any reference as if we're supposed to know what that means). It's basically a week off school with a few optional events, and I thought I was gonna have a great time. I had planned one or two talk-event-thingies about writing academic essays and learning and all my other favourite hobbies, and squeezed in a few volunteering sessions in between my sleep schedule. Obviously I had forgotten that I had applied to 1 million and 1 jobs (see literally my last post for more info) and that they were going to get back to me. Well, I knew they were gonna get back to me, but I thought it would be eventually, you know?
On the plus side I got an interview - yay! It's...not for my first choice, but the phrase "I'm not sure if I want this job so I might not go to the interview" is just too much of a first world problem for me to comprehend, so imma take it. It's to become an english language teacher for a year in China on behalf of the British Council (how wonderful), providing me with the opportunity to brush up on my awesome Mandarin skillz (deliberate 'z') and explore further opportunities. As I'm changing my mind about what I want to do every single day, if I do end up with this job I will use this as a chance to start a project/find a research assistant-ship in China. Random, I know, but I'm 21, I dont have a plan! (I have several.)
So that's on Wednesday next week.
On Friday next week I have an Open Day event with a law firm. Eh, what? I believe I applied for a training contract, why do you want to meet me first? You mean I have to dress nice and make an effort and possibly even sort out the 'winter hair' I'm currently rockin' just to make an impression? I'll do it. I'm, literally, petrified of not getting a job out of uni - and I thought I was one of those people who didn't bow to peer pressure. So anyway, I'll be in London next week Thursday to Saturday if anyone wants to meet up Friday afternoon/ breakfast on Saturday. Brills.
Also, sorry about the delay in Lake District news/photos. I did have a wonderful time getting drunk and taking country walks, but I, unfortunately, was not in charge of the camera. I know some of you are dying to see a proper picture of Martin where he's not in fancy dress/wearing a stupid hat/wearing a fake moustache, so I shall request and post asap.
