I think I’m already a little bit in love with my future supervisor. In a platonic, you’re adorable and make me laugh about how invested you are in your work even though I’m also pretty impressed by your dedication kind of way.
Maybe we’ll have good chemistry. I think we will.
Every time I talk to him or get an email from him or another future supervisor or director, I am forced to think about the reality of starting this job in a couple months and I get excited.
I’m surprised by my excitement. I often crave change, but usually when it starts happening, I dread it. I’m sure there’s plenty of stress to come, but I can safely admit that I am all kinds of smiley and butterflies-in-stomach-y about starting this job.
Butterflies. Smiles. Disadvantaged youth. Can’t even wait.