Hey friends! I want this job. Can you sort of send a beam of light, in the shape of my realized dream, out into the Universe, specifically the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago, IL? Much appreciated.

Remember when I wanted to do Teach For America, or the Philadelphia Teaching Alliance, or the job in West Chicago for the International Society for Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect? Remember how the Fulbright fell through and I was prone and spastic on the steps of the Whipple apartment and coined the term "crlaughing"? Oh man, disappointment is a magical thing. I mean, I want this to happen, but if it doesn't, you know, I have perspective, I have perspective at least after the first hour of agonizing pain and crlaughing. Anyway. I won't blame you if it doesn't work out. Please just shoot some love their way, rays of love from your sweet little tummies.