The eve before my Kroondal interview

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This is the eve before my interview with Jutta and Volker from the German School in Kroondal.  The interview is taking place at midday tomorrow, 25 February 2010.  I trust it will be a memorable occasion, and I am rather excited already - not too excited, lest I lose my cool, or place all my eggs in one basket and discover the sting of disappointment.  

Mother is driving me there.  We leave at 10am and drive the odd 80km it takes to get there in a slow and steady manner, as I trust this accident has deemed me intolerable to speed, at least this early in my recovery stage.  As for the interview itself, my main concern has been, well, frankly, dress code.  If I dress too powerfully, such as wearing red, I could come across as overly ambitious and power-hungry.  Even if teaching young children and power are not a usual combination of ambition, the impression I could leave might be my last.
  
As for jeans, they could be too casual for an interview of such importance to me, and anything else I simply do not have.  Either my clothes are tucked away in one of many suitcases that do not even belong to me, or they are not my clothes at all, but my mother's.  (Usually when I wear my mother's clothes, I receive compliments.  When I wear my own, nothing is said.  I thought it better to admit it now and hope to grow into a good sense of fashion, as though it were part of my genetic make-up and I just haven't realised my potential yet.)  Best my mother lends me hers. 

What is also important, of course, are my manners, my German linguistic ability, and my skills.  Will they test me?  Have they got anyone else lined up for the position?  I need to look good, behave well, be myself, smile, be friendly and well-mannered, and impress them without trying.  Let me place it in God's hands.  I have a very good feeling about this entire "Kroondal" thing - everything, from the job, the people, a place to stay, my life there, my experiences there, my faith there.  I have an extremely strong positive impression.  

But right now the important thing is to rest well, though I ask myself how I am going to fall asleep if I can't stop thinking?  Well, it is eleven o' clock now, so the yawns are coming more naturally.  I am just enjoying life so much.  Reveling in it.  Thanks be to God!

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