On Friday, I found out that I won’t be having a Swiss adventure after all. I’m disappointed because I was really looking forward to going, if I was selected. What a bummer.
My French skills (or lack thereof) would first be to blame. I’d argue it’s pretty ok, actually great, for someone who stopped at Grade 11, with top marks in the class. Of course that was about a decade ago. I wonder if my overeagerness is partly at fault, too. I called in seeking to demonstrate a better-than-remembered French conversational skills, but was caught on the nervous side, bumbling around like an Inspector Clouseau.
Anyways, it’s back to the career search. Geneva was so promising, but all along I was remembering not to put my faith in myself. So.. now I look again. It’s time to give a shot at NetCorps. How very unfortunate that volunteering does not pay me, otherwise I’d have a little extra cash.
I’m sorry, man. Would have enjoyed your blogging from Geneva. Think of the pictures!! Oh wait, don’t think about that. Yeah, Ontario has some scenery… Ahhh…. WE still love you! Take care, brother.