Tomorrow's my big day. My fifteen minutes of fame for the summer. Crunch time. Batting in the clutch. Tomorrow I haul my sharply-dressed cookies to Waldoboro for a job interview. The internship would pay $10.00 an hour, and I would spend my days doing lab experiments and writing the instructions for high schoolers and middle schoolers. Heaven, if you ask me. But, a twist. There are two spots, and four competitors. One of those competitors is my cohort-in-crime; we're working to get one another in on the job. Hopefully, I'll work with her, but let's think about the odds: Getting hired for the job: 1/2 (3/6, for you technical people. Not getting hired: 1/2. Getting hired, and Elizabeth NOT getting hired: 1/3. NOT getting hired, and Elizabeth getting hired: 1/3. Elizabeth and I BOTH get hired: 1/6. Neither Elizabeth nor I get hired: 1/6. I leave for Waldoboro at 10:00. Interview's at noon. If you're out there, and you know how to hope, hope to whomever that Elizabeth and I can beat that one-in-six odds and get the job together. That'd just be TOO sweet.