I have a new job!

Fooled you! I don't have a new job. 

Part 3 of my randomly posted 'trying-to-get-into-advertising-as-a-writer' blog:

I'm now enrolled in two classes:  a Photoshop class through SVA and another AdHouse class being taught by one of the guys I used to work under at Lowe. Both seem to be going well, although I've only had one AdHouse class and although I left inspired, I soon ended up feeling terrified. It's being conducted in a vastly different way than I'm used to and it seems as though this instructor will be far more harsh and direct and require the utmost of excellence from everyone, which shouldn't be so terrifying, but it is. I should be elated that I'm going to be pushed to perform at my utmost and be forced to use my skills and talents. Instead I'm afraid of failure and disappointing someone that, even if it was only for nine weeks, knows me. Is this normal? I have no clue. I lost all concept of what was a normal thought process when I was 14 or 15 (another story for a different venue). If I succeed, I might actually finish this class with a book good enough to get hired, which is a thrilling thought. If I fail, I may be done for good. And then what? I don't really like being miserable.

In terms of a new job, I don't have one. An opportunity seems to have rolled down the side of a hill and by happenstance landed awkwardly in my lap, but I think it is quickly falling through that hole in middle of legs when I sit cross-legged. I'm still holding out hope though. The whole process has been slow.

Balls.