I got an invite to the September class. I'm super excited and relieved.
I couldn't bring myself to open the email for a few minutes. I just stared at the screen and shouted expletives. My body gave me a boost of adrenaline or something, 'cause I got real hot and started sweating.
I couldn't bring myself to open the email for a few minutes. I just stared at the screen and shouted expletives. My body gave me a boost of adrenaline or something, 'cause I got real hot and started sweating.
Over the last few years, I'd arranged a lot of my life around getting this job, and my looming expiration seemed cruel. I'd mentally accepted the idea that an invite wasn't going to happen, and was bummed about it. But on Tuesday, I got an email with the offer. Pretty dramatic. More dramatic than I wanted.
I began this candidacy in February 2009. The offer came 869 days after taking the FSOT. A long ride to get to the start.
