Let me back up...
Since I graduated almost (gasp) 2 years ago, I've bounced around the idea of becoming an English Teaching Assistant in France. I was completely undecided for many reasons, but last fall, I decided to apply. By the end of November, my application was submitted, and I was committed... (sort of). On the website, the estimated timeline said that applicants could expect to hear about acceptance "early April." Knowing the French, I figured this could mean sometime around April 20. So you can imagine my surprise when I received an email today.
I scanned over the subject of the email, and it didn't quite register. Then I saw the word "Martinique." Wait a second...
After rereading the subject line, it was like time slowed down. I screeched. My mom came out thinking I had found a spider. I couldn't even read the email because I was so... what? Emotional, exhilarated and stunned. And so incredibly happy.
When I first applied to be an assistant, I wasn't sure about it. There were so many things that held me back and made me hesitant. But if I didn't apply, I knew I wouldn't ever go. And how often do people really get opportunities like this?
So this is what I know:
I'm accepted to be an English Teaching Assistant for the 2011-2012 school year in Martinique.
I don't know what grade I'll teach. I don't know what city I'll be in. I don't know when I start or how long my contract will be. I don't know how much I'll be paid or where I'll live or how much things will cost. I don't know, and I am so HAPPY.
Three years ago, I studied abroad in France. Looking back, I wish I had written more and taken more pictures because those memories fade quickly. I'm starting early this time.
This is what life is all about.