getting behind on el blog

Woops to neglecting my documentation of my expatriation, gotta get on that.

First, let's cominciare col viaggio d'Italia. But not now, because I'm a zombie after my late night (actually, morning) that I spent in Málaga last night after getting back from Ireland...which, I'll be covering that trip, too, soon.

My zombie-ness together with my nightly second wind is quite irritating. What's the deal with that?

This week is my last week teaching, which is beyond loco. I'm getting more and more anxious about the closely impending unemployment. I had a phone interview for a teaching position as a Journalism teacher/newspaper/yearbook advisor on Thursday, which I was told I would be a perfect candidate for if I had a valid teaching license. Frown Town. I figured that because I was granted an interview at all after doing an online application and a questionaire in addition to submitting a resume, it didn't matter that I didn't have the teaching license (that question popped up in all the above mentioned things). Sigh. At least it was more interview experience. I'm used to being the interviewer, not the interviewee. And this one was insanely nerveracking, because there were 5 people on a phone conference with me. I go into the zone under pressure and when I'm expected to perform, though, so it wasn't really a big deal. I did the interview while on the train to Málaga, too, so I took comfort in the fact that probably no one had any clue what I was talking about, seeing how few people speak English in Spain. Anyway -- I'm super bummed and plodding on with my employment search.

Tomorrow after school I'll be heading with some of my fellow profesoras to see the Feria in Córdoba and I'm super excited, other than the fact that my feet are still blistery and scabbed over, because apparently that's a sign that I shouldn't ever be wearing open-toed shoes with heels. I hat the fact that my skin's so sensitive. Oh, and the point of that tangent is that I have to dress up for tomorrow and stick the orchid flower I have into my hair. :-)
After that, I'm meeting up with the girls for our "last hurrah," which is insane. Emily is leaving on Friday and is the first to jump the coop, while the rest of us will be sloffing off in the next few weeks. Claire and I will head to Madrid, together, on June 6th and I head off home, again, on the 7th.

OK, hafta get up in 6 hours, gonna hit it. Wena noche.