...or at least I was in my workmate Louise's dream last night. Not what you expect, slaving away over a hot computer in the office, and then a voice shouts out, "YOU WERE A SUPERHERO IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT, PHIL!"
I don't know what kind of superhero I was, but I have it on good authority that I was "not Batman, but something like it". Ratman, perhaps? Matman, even? I could have people using me to wipe their dirty feet. Another blow struck for living room carpets everywhere.
Yesterday was an exciting day. I had an interview at St Luke's College (part of Exeter University) for my PGCE in the morning. There were five of us he had to cram in (including showing us around) between eleven and twelve, so it wasn't exactly the most challenging interview I'll ever have. I now have an unconditional offer, so that's where I'll be from next September.
Another thing I got out of the way last night was my presentation on my volunteer work to the Exmouth Anglo-French Society in, erm, Budleigh Salterton. My mum and dad are members and got lots of them to sponsor me before I went, so I agreed to tell them how I went, in, erm, somehow French, as a Tanzanian might say.
My dad was there too, and my brother Nick decided it might be a good idea to come along too. How thoughtful. It actually went okay, but I was really struggling with simple conjoining words, and had to concentrate all of my mental powers on not coming out with the Swahili. So I was repeatedly thinking kwahiyo instead of donc, kwa sababu instead of parce que, labda instead of peut-etre, etc, etc.
I had lots of photos to help me though, so I would show a few, then get some questions, so it wasn't too intense. I do think I went on a bit though - and it was very hard to work out whether people looked so solemn because they were bored, because they were concentrating on understanding the French, or because they were just all so old.
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