Rotary club interview yesterday

so it was a sunny tuesday morning, just like any other good business day, i attended the long awaited interview for my application of the rotary yoneyama scholarship here in Japan.

having only slept not more than a couple hours, i went to skool first to submit a term paper, hav a few light moments wif classmates & present my suggestion for another international joint research trip to the sensei. at about 11am, me and my well loosened up mind head for the business district the Minato ward.

the interview was scheduled to be held at the japanese Red Cross Assoc. building. the interior was very business like, typically clean muffling carpet, dimly lit lobby, and well crafted wooden armrest lining the winding staircase. arriving more than 2 hrs early, i seated myself in the waiting room, watching many potential scholarship receivers, my competition, led out of the room.

not to say that i wasnt anxious or excited, but i didnt worry about the interview until it became a memory wedged deeply in my head. i felt good at the interview, & did quite well at leading the conversation, or at least thats how i remembered it. one of them on the panel happened to be an Old Boy of my present skool, another whose daughter graduated already, but this did not ease things a bit. in fact, i realized later that i was thrown some pretty agressive punches by em ol'folks.

that being said, i should count my blessings as i think their impression of me is a positive one. now the only glitch bugging me after giving the whole session a run down in my head is this one thing the OB said--"there are lots of students fr ur skool thats on our payroll, so if u happen to find urself not on the list, i hope u understand", before the buzzer sounded signalling the end of our talk. i promptly left with a bow.

all i can do now is pray and keep em digits crossed, the result ll be out in early march. hopefully by then i b too busy indulging myself in the the company of lulu & shanghai, that all foul news could be swallowed down like a gulp of chinese HongKaoLiang spirit minus the fire-spitting throat-vexxing sting.

cheers,