2005-10-17

I'm always exactly the same.

So I believe I may have found my calling, now someone in the field just has to hire me. I'd decided I want to work for international student programs (coming or going), which I suppose makes sense considering that I spent half of my six years in higher eduation as an international student. So I've sent off all these hopeful applications over the past few days, and am sitting around waiting. It sounds like a fun(ish) job, as I like students, especially foreign ones. Better than reading Proust or talking about critical theory, plus there is no extended apprenticeship where I'm garanteed to make a good deal less than 30,000 for the duration of my twenties (and realistically my early thirties), as in the academic route. So I feel like I have a pretty good chance, all things considered. Hopefully something will work out.

As I was telling Di the other night, when I see people that I haven't seen in a few years, there is always a point where they laugh, shake their head, and say that I'm "exactly the same." I don't quite know why; who else they might expect me to be, I have no idea. Di said more or less it is because I have a distinctive personality, but it did not sound like a compliment. (Why she didn't say that it was because I am so sweet and loveable, I don't understand. Suffice it to say, she too has a distinctive personality, something that I've always considered a postive thing, because, at the very least, it means she's not boring.) Anywho, over the weekend, I was beginning to wonder whether I am wierd, in a bad way, something that i haven't given much thought to since I was in junior high. In the end, I've decided I don't much care; incidentally, the same position that I always held, even in junior high. Perhaps this whole entry seems pointless, as in fact it may well be, but perhaps it also has something to do with why neither one of us were particularly successful in Canada, a country that seems to pride itself on being less than distinctive in all matters. I'm reminded of Di's French friend Gaston, aka The Continental, who turned to us one night and said, "you guys are odd." (This after telling us that he could not watch his Depache Mode video collection by himself because he found it made him too emotional. But that is another issue.) He eventually decided that we were undiscovered treasures, or so he told us. So, we may well be odd, but at least we have personality, which is more than can be said for some.

xanthium at 4:19 p.m.

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