ON THE ROAD AGAIN

The First Interview

Sunday: I finally have an interview scheduled with the Rabat Amerian School. I am irrationally excited about this interview. I have told my friends and family. I feel as if I have won the lottery! I have read and re-read the school's website. I have written down questions to ask the principal. And next I'm going to do a practice run of questions I might be asked. I am still dithering about what earrings I am going to wear. 

Monday: 24 hours before the interview I have come down with a terrible case of laryngitis. 

Tuesday: (I-day) I have NO voice. It is a national holiday, so I am visiting the home of an Uzbek colleague for lunch. I eat silently with her family, and sip hot green tea with lemon. I am getting a headache. I go home, take ibuprofen and close my eyes for an hour. I have a HOT bath and drink hot tea with honey. At about 6PM, I have a low but audible voice. At 7PM the interview starts. I can't see the principal who is interviewing me well, but hopefully she can see me and hear my husky mumble. By the time the interview is over, the strain of talking has given me an incredible headache. I'm also weirdly depressed. Why am I leaving this job that I love? Why am I packing up a houseful of artwork and THREE CATS and moving again? How am I going to  move THREE CATS????

The job sounds exciting (I would be their first full-time Art teacher),  I have heard really good things about the school and the city. I think I would be perfect for the job. They are still selecting their 'shortlist' for second interviews with the director. I have never had any luck at gauging how well or badly an interview has gone, so I have no idea if I will make the shortlist or not. But I'm already debating the merits of a house near the beach (I would have to buy a car, but really, the beach?), or a place in town (near the school and coffee shops).