She Shoots, Does She Score?

Hold your breath as I open this letter I received... it smells hopeful... yes it seems too thick to be a rejection letter, either that or they're using freakin' good quality paper aka cardboard... hold your breath now... and she shoots... and she scores! (Out come the sexy chicks with poms poms strutting their stuff... "Gimme a C!") Woo Hoo! And I thought they hated me at the interview... they liked me, they really liked me *tear*. I got it... I actually got it... well as long as student numbers are sufficient to justify my position (I won't know till February) and in the meantime, I have to go for some 2 day training session (but they'll pay me to go for that... ka-ching!) and then come February, once student numbers are firmed up, I'll know how many classes I'll be taking and I can officially be called associate lecturer. Woo-hoo!


One Hour Later...

Well now that the initial exhilaration has passed, I realize its not such a big deal, but its good too in the sense its like a part time job, classes are on during the evenings and on weekends so that gives me time to pursue my bona fide experiences outside of academia, whilst keeping one foot in it. But damn I think I'll be beat (particularly considering my currently not-so-fit state, staying out late, sleeping in)... but then again classes are only once a week, so they can't be that bad... I just hope they won't clash with pilates... All else said, its a good thing and I'm glad its all coming together...