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vollmusI'm so scared right now.
My interview is tomorrow. My interview with two people about a single internship position for which I am competing against three other people. My interview, which will be possibly the most important moment of my life thus far. My interview, which is tomorrow.
Oh no.
I'm freaking out right now. I can't do this. I don't know these people, how can I be outgoing, like Abby told me to? How can I not get so sick tomorrow during school that my stomach aches and my head throbs? How can I keep my clothes pristine all day long in the pouring rain? How can I not completely break down?
I know how. Sixth period will ground me. Lawrence, Beth, and Kenna will ground me. Mrs L will ground me.
First period will be slightly comforting, because Lexi will make fun of me, Natalie will awe, and Mrs S will grin and laugh. Second period will scare me, because Mr C will be in there, looking at me as he tells us what we'll be doing that period, and Chris won't help, even though he tries. Third period will just heighten whatever I'm feeling at the moment, because I always rant to Sarah which makes me more emotional, and then Mr B will look at me funny. Fourth period will be nerve-wracking, and I will be wriggling in my seat as I try not to imagine myself behind that podium in front of a huge group of business executives. Lunch will either calm me down about the subject or make me ignore it as I talk to Maria about other things in the lunch line and then again at the table. Fifth period will freak me out again, even though Lexi and Natalie will both be there, too.
But again: sixth period will ground me. Thank God for sixth period.
I'll be needing it.
My interview is tomorrow. My interview with two people about a single internship position for which I am competing against three other people. My interview, which will be possibly the most important moment of my life thus far. My interview, which is tomorrow.
Oh no.
I'm freaking out right now. I can't do this. I don't know these people, how can I be outgoing, like Abby told me to? How can I not get so sick tomorrow during school that my stomach aches and my head throbs? How can I keep my clothes pristine all day long in the pouring rain? How can I not completely break down?
I know how. Sixth period will ground me. Lawrence, Beth, and Kenna will ground me. Mrs L will ground me.
First period will be slightly comforting, because Lexi will make fun of me, Natalie will awe, and Mrs S will grin and laugh. Second period will scare me, because Mr C will be in there, looking at me as he tells us what we'll be doing that period, and Chris won't help, even though he tries. Third period will just heighten whatever I'm feeling at the moment, because I always rant to Sarah which makes me more emotional, and then Mr B will look at me funny. Fourth period will be nerve-wracking, and I will be wriggling in my seat as I try not to imagine myself behind that podium in front of a huge group of business executives. Lunch will either calm me down about the subject or make me ignore it as I talk to Maria about other things in the lunch line and then again at the table. Fifth period will freak me out again, even though Lexi and Natalie will both be there, too.
But again: sixth period will ground me. Thank God for sixth period.
I'll be needing it.
