Time to Get Out the Oil

That would be to oil my rusty teaching joints. After deciding that we're poor and that my mom should come live with us, I've been applying for various teaching jobs. One in particular is as a full-time developmental reading professor at the local community college. I would LOVE to have this job. After two weeks of angst, do they love me? or love me not?, the college called today and asked me to come in for an interview. While still the cutest teacher in the world, I am a wee bit rusty and they want me to do a 20 minute presentation (on author's purpose and tone). Ugh! So now my heart is racing and my mind is whirring and I have a few days to come up with something stellar and to practice it enough so that I don't look like I've spent the last almost-five years lounging around all day eating bon-bons. Wish me luck!