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So.

After months and months and sweet fancy MOSES, the stress of it all- I just had my Peace Corps interview. As is only right and proper, I'll spend the next twelve hours wondering why on earth I told that story, or used that answer, when not only did it not fit the question, I actually had one that would have worked. This is par for the course.

On the other hand, my interviewer told me I was charming, (What he actually said was "ado--*COUGH*charming!" which just adds to my theory that I am just going to have to work this adorable thing, or else ... I don't know, not take advantage.) and I interviewed well, and I probably could have gotten placed without my degree. (WHICH SERIOUSLY. Why didn't anyone tell me that two years ago, when I got sick of school? Peace Corps was one of my main reasons for staying, frankly. And now they tell me that I didn't need to, and Oh my GOD, the recursiveness of it all.)

Anyway. My point is: I had my interview, and it went well, and I am smiling so hard my face hurts. Now, they should just hurry up and call me, before I have some kind of excitement induced spasms.

Edit: Note to self: try not to post when bouncing. You sound like a deranged Arab chipmunk on speed. It's really not cool.