A new year, a new semester. My last semester. Wait, what?
The last two months literally flew by. I feel like just
yesterday I was sitting in my American literature class slowly trudging through
Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Thank the gods the
semester from hell is over. This time around, I’m in control. I’m making these
classes my bitches, not the other way around. Granted, I’m enrolled in 7 more
credit hours than I was in the fall, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
More importantly, my graduation date is looming over my
head, laughing at me as it peeks around the corner. Most people I’ve talked to
who are graduating this semester are terrified, unsure of what their plans are
or where to start. I’ll admit I’m a little wary of what is to come, but just
yesterday I submitted my application to the Teaching Assistant Program in
France, which if I’m accepted into, will require me to move to France in late
September. Euh…quoi?
Zat eez correct! There is a distinct possibility that all my
dreams will come true this year and I’ll be moving to Europe. Granted, I won’t
be living in Paris, but I’ll take whatever I can get. The TAPIF program pays
post-graduates between the ages of twenty and thirty to teach English in
schools of all levels all over France. The pay is a little dismal, especially
after taxes, but it’s just enough to get by. Of course I’ll have to take on a
summer job or two to pay my way there, (and first month’s rent…I’ll also have
to find an apartment, yikes!) but at this point, I’ll do absolutely anything to
make sure that I’ll be in France before the year is out.
This is the hard part, I suppose. The waiting. I won’t find
out if I’ve been accepted into the program until early April…a whole three
months away! To say my fingers are permanently crossed is an
understatement. I truly hope that
everything works out for me, because an opportunity like this is definitely a
once in a lifetime deal.
Till next time, mes amis, bisous!
