Job Fair

Got back my Arab Gender midterm today. I was surprised by how fast my heart started to beat as the professor pulled out the large stack of blue-books from her little suitcase. When she called my name "A!-va" (I still haven't corrected her pronunciation yet), I raised my hand for her recognition and accepted my exam back. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and then opened up the front flap. A-. Whew. I was so nervous because I hadn't taken an in-class essay exam since my first quarter in university, over 2 years ago, in which I did horrible in (and thus proceeded to avoid classes with such exams). The night before the midterm I had become slightly delirious with fear and could only muster about 4 hours of sleep.

The Professor said we all did well, with majority of people earning B's and 11 with A's. She continued that some of the essays were written just beautifully, on the level of graduate students. I'm sure that the wonderful, sophisticated essays were on the Palestine/Israel essay prompt that I purposefully didn't pick, and not on the more easier mother/son relationships that I did choose. But I'm going to go ahead and happily delude myself in believing that that compliment applies to me too.

We finished watching Elia Suleiman's movie, "Divine Intervention", today.


It was bizarre. Beautiful. Bad-ass. It needs a full post.

After class, I walked over to the winter internship and career fair held quarterly in my university's pavilion. I didn't think that many students would attend because of the pouring weather but I should never underestimate ambitious college students. The majority of the attendants were dressed in 3-piece suits or pencil skirts toting around a folder of resumes - totally putting my sweater dress, black tights and empty hands to shame. To be fair, I didn't really go to the fair intending to find some prospective career, it was more out of curiosity and boredom (since class was canceled).

I was surprised to find one internship that I would consider applying to. A paid one at Pearson's textbooks. I know it's completely random of me but it seems so different and unique. The representative, Polly, was really sweet and encouraging. She said that they hired two of the last few Davis undergrads that interned there, comparing my major/minor to a Physiology major who had a linguistic minor. They only want graduating seniors, so I will definitely keep this job opportunity in the back of my mind for next summer.

A page from their little info book about their company:




How can I say no to a Roald Dahl reference?