Some of you might know that I have been going to school at JCCC and have applied to the ASL Interpreters Program. I started my first classes January 2010 and at the end of this semester, I will have had classes for 17 straight months getting all the necessary pre-reqs out of the way. I am down to my last two..Algebra and a health class. (Health.. yes .. we can talk about that later) I am also taking intermediate ASL (to keep my skills up and ready)
Well, I got an email last week that I have an interview on Tuesday. I am more than excited, and nervous. Problem is, I have a reoccurring dream that has been haunting me since I got that email.
I am sitting in the interview room with people looking at the people interviewing me and they ask me what my name is...I start signing and.. my fingers freeze. They cramp and get stuck together and no matter what I do I can't get them moving. It is torture and embarrassing, I spend the rest of the dream trying to convince them that I really can sign the alphabet and I do know how to spell my name. But it is too late, and then I wake up.
Is that the interpreter student's version of standing in front of a crowd and realizing you are naked? I have no idea, but I hate that dream. I have been practicing every chance I get..just making sure my fingers work. Today Carly Jo and I worked on the alphabet, she is getting pretty good and my fingers didn't freeze up one time.
The anticipation of this situation is getting to me, I am ready to start a new path, learn my fate and face the future of my new career. All that is standing in the way is this tiny little interview and all the other people who have applied for the program. How easy it is to wonder if I am good enough, if I have done enough. How hard it is to not jump up and down yelling PICK ME PICK ME!
There are only 30 spots, maybe one is mine. Seems very daunting, and I feel ready to start. As the time creeps up I feel myself stressing out, the waiting..oh the waiting.
Once the interview is over then I can relax because it is all out of my hands. I am sure I won't though. I won't relax until I get that certified letter in the mail saying...welcome to the ITP program at JCCC....
But the good news is no matter what, I am not taking any classes this summer. ONE HUGE break is coming and welcomed. whoot whoot!
