"You are my density..."

Instead of studying for my exam tomorrow I decided that I would do some research for my interview on Friday with Teach for America. It's a monster-interview from 9am to 5pm, and somewhere during that stretch of time we must give a lesson in the subject and grade level of our choosing. I have chosen "Density". I still don't know what grade-level that falls under -- let me know if you know.

So for density I have prepared a series of mini-mini-experiments in which the "kids" (read: other applicants) will have to weigh different objects and come up with the three principles of density. I'm using marshmallows and ziploc bags. It's a pretty simple demo, but they only give us FIVE minutes in which to give this entire lesson and answer the questions (for which we have left time). GAH! So, I was trying to think of possible questions they could throw at me, and I realized, these "kids" are my pseudo-competition. While I know they are all quality applicants and that we aren't competing directly with one another (because if we're all good, we'll all get it) but what's to keep them from asking me really hard questions, or EATING my marshmallows whilst pretending to be a trouble-maker. Grrrrr.

I'm also in a weird position because I am one of the Campaign Coordinatoors here...meaning I (and my fellow CCs) put a lot of effort into recruiting these people to apply. Oh how my hard work could turn around and bite me in the ass. Ultimately though, [cue tinkly-piano-of-the-learning-of-a-valuable-lesson] I know that TFA goes to great lengths to make sure that everyone who gets a position on the 2004 corps will be qualified and able individuals. If I don't get it, it is because I don't have what it takes...and knowing what it takes I should take their word for it. [end tinkly piano] Because HOLYCRAP it's hard! [canned laughter].

I loathe the Olsen twins.