..:: IF ::..

Strange. That is the best word to describe recent events. Today I interviewed at my current school for the new opening. There are four of us applying that are already working there as long term subs. Don't drink the water - you get pregnant after just looking at the men. And trust me, I spent a good deal of time checking out the cute History teacher.

The reason I choose the word "strange" is because I already know that I am moving in August. It is the perfect job, but I can't take it - and I know that.

Armed with the advice of well respected comrades, I walked into my interview and played my greatest role yet -- me. 100% me. And I had fun -- fun -- in an interview. Of course, now the Principal and two vice principals want to visit my cass tomorrow - but hey, at least they do want to see me in action.

The good news? They are taking about three weeks to make a decision. Thank you, God. There's still time for England. Still hope.

Mark is playing the role of "spiritual advisor" -- or I suppose you might say "accomplice in world domination." I told him I knew the secret...he was intruiged, but he's going to have to figure out the secret on his own. I did point him in the correct direction though.

We discussed this poem in light of my quest for World Domination:

"If" Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!