Conspiring to Dream

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I can't believe what happened today. It's Friday, and my Korean student, who never comes in late, didn't show up for class. (Since the University that I'm teaching at can only hire me as a lecturer, I teach ESL on the side.) Thirty minutes into what should have been our class, my mobile rang. Unregistered number. My heart started doing its little rain dance again.

"Hello."

"This is... (static)... from... Foundation..." Robocop was on the other end of the line. (Oh my God. I think I just dated myself right there.)

"I'm sorry, but I can hardly hear you. You sound... robotic." Gulp. This call, for sure, is an important one. I think it could be a dot on the giant connect-the-dot sheet of my personal and professional journey... and I didn't sound the least bit scholarly.

After a few more lines, Robocop hung up on me.

Drat!

My phone rang again, and this time, I modulated my voice the way my elementary school Music teacher taught us how.

"Can you hear me now?" Robocop said in his -cop voice.

Loud and clear.

"Good. Well, I won't beat around the bush. We were looking through our database and found your CV. I believe you have the competencies that we need. When can you come for an interview?"

Sadly, I'm not in that city anymore.

"Will you be visiting the metro within the next couple of months?"

In June, I suppose.

"Good. Call us then. I think that we'd still be needing a researcher around that time."

That was it. This is all surreal. That organization is like "The Pink Palace" of research and development work! It's going to give me exposure and add "weight" to my application for scholarship.

This reminds me of a line from Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist: "When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true."

Wish me luck!