A job!

I had a job interview today with the Head of the English Department at the TU Braunschweig. And for once I managed to avoid the super modest self destruct sequence. I actually stood up for my successes and exuded confidence. Hurrah! He asked me how I kept my English from going rusty. I told him I chat a lot and watch movies and TV shows in English. I did NOT tell him that writing porn in English is a great way to expand one's horizon and vocabulary. LOL.
Anyway, looks like I'll be teaching Creative Writing in English from October onwards, two lessons a week. I still have to do the paper trail thing, i.e. hand in my cv and certificates, but the fact that he wants my papers means that the whole thing is more or less decided. The money does not come from the University but from a non-profit foundation. Good lord, I'll be teaching at university.

I'd be nervous and doubt myself, except today I attended a course that my ex-lecturer is running, a course that focuses on cultural studies. Two students held a report on vampirism, and one held a report on Buffy. Both reports were utterly superficial - and mostly boring. In two weeks it'll be my turn. My lecturer introduced me as the big Buffy expert. *chuckles* I am supposed to talk about fanfic as a result of modern technology - but I actually intend to give examples from vidding and photomanipulation too. It's going to be fun. :-)

Only one thing is truly annoying. I have no clue where my BA certificate is. Hubby and I just spent 2 hours digging through the house and we found all sorts of interesting things (we are not very organized when it comes to papers), but not my certificate. I know I saw it recently, but I have no clue where. So keep your fingers crossed that my subconscious will unearth the location tonight, in my sleep, as I'm supposed to hand the damn certificate in ASAP, i.e. tomorrow.

Treasure hunting

I'm still looking for my BA certificate. Things I discovered instead:

• an old edition of the German MAD magazine that takes the Micky out of Star Wars - printed just after the first movie came out (which I'll definitely keep)


• an old program of the London production of Cats of 1981 (which I'll throw out)


• a few old poems (dreadful)


• some very very old photographs


• lots of bank statements (of course not in any order)


• my collection of newspaper clippings featuring... *drum roll* The Professionals... mock me if you like... *wipes away a solitary tear of nostalgia* I read an essay about them recently at ship_manifesto (I think) and now the nostalgia hits me full force. Apparently the series just came out on DVD...

You wouldn't believe the amount of stuff I'm throwing away. Lecture notes that are 15 years old. *shudder* I kept thinking I might need them for researching stories one day. Pfft, these days I use the internet. Who needs boxes full of notes anyway, right? It's like slimming, only with your living environment. I feel quite rejuvenated and invigorated already and I have barely scratched the surface. I love not being too depressed to do anything...