The aftermath...

I thought I'd easier to live with after the interview. No more practicing my presentation on my other half. No more trawling the Internet for current ed issues and asking inane questions on the TES forums.
I don't think I was any easier to live with, just annoying in a different way! Now I was constantly wringing my hands and wondering aloud when I would know. Thrashing over the bits I thought went wrong and trawling the Internet for info that would tell me whether I got the maths and science questions right or not (in many cases: not!)
The interview had been thursday. I had Friday and Saturday off work and was back in Sunday. I spent several minutes with various people telling them all about it. They were all confident I'd been brilliant. I knew they hadn't been there and it was all very nice but they knew no more than I.
Monday arrived and I kept telling myself I probably wouldn't hear 'til Wednesday. 12pm lunch. Checked my mobile. I have voicemail. I feel my heart start to thump and a tiny voice inside my head whispers that it's probably just my mum.
It's not my mum: "this is soandso from the DRB, please call me back...."
Okay, now I'm actually shaking as I write down the number. I'm in the staffroom at work (bookshop, in case you've forgotten already) and my colleague can obviously tell it's important. She watches me while munching her lunch and I prepare to fight back tears at any moment.
I call the number.
"Ah yes," says the woman in a blank, unreadable voice, "you came to an interview last week."
I say I did. She doesn't sound hopeful.
"Well, we would like to offer you a place." Same unexcited tone.
"You WOULD?" I screech, not quite believing it.
She laughs. "Yes. Yes we would. Did you think you hadn't got on?" She's laughing now at my hysterical giggling.
"Well, I didn't dare hope..it's such a big thing."
She's caught my excitement now as I babble. "Well, you have got a place, I wanted to ring you as soon as I could to let you know. The letter is in the post."
I babble thank yous and hang up to be congratulated by original colleague and hugged by another who came in during the call. I'm useless for the rest of the day. Giggling with apparently no reason and muttering 'I can't believe it' over and over again.
I ring and tell my fella and my mum. Mum tells the whole world within about 5 minutes!

That was 2 weeks ago and still can't quite believe it. I keep looking at the letter and grinning madly.
It's a conditional place - I need to get in 3 weeks experience in a school before 4th September. My original school (who unfortunately cannot train me with this DRB) have very kindly agreed to continue to support me and will let me come in for the experience.
I only have 8 day annual holiday so have begged unpaid leave for most of it.
Phew. I'm practically a teacher (all apart from passing the course, getting a job and passing the NQT year, but I'll cross those bridges when I get to them!)