The big day is here.
Or at least one of them.
Tomorrow is my interview day. Not only is just interview day, but it’s also test result day, because clearly I wasn’t stressed out enough.
In reality, I’ve been hiding my fear well. I’ve buried myself in my work. Literally. I’ve been working 6 or 7 days a week between all of my jobs, so I haven’t had much time to publicaly panic. Panic in my mind and private time? Oh, all the time. It’s not a normal kind of panic, though. I’m not scared that I don’t know enough or that I’ll interview badly. It’s quite the opposite. I’m afraid the schools interviewing tomorrow won’t like me.
I’m afraid I’m going to come off as too scared, too nervous, too young, too old, too naive, too bitter, and too out of touch.
A coworker today told me I should be scared and I have every right to be–it’s one of the most important days of my life.
Say that last part again and you realize how scary it really is.