To Interview

I'm nervous. I shouldn't be. It's a fifteen minute interview, about some trivial thing that I want to do the week before school stars - FACing.

Yes...FACing.

No, not that. I want to be a first year advising coordinator or whatever the junk it stands for. I just want to help out so so much because my freshman year here at Duke was an absolute blast. It's amazing. I'm so very grateful that I chose Duke over Caltech, for the social scene, the close knit group of friends, the amazing atmosphere, and oh, duh, the basketball. It brings me close to not regretting my decision.

But anyhow.

This shouldn't make me nervous. Why should I care if I get this position? It's stupid, it's trivial, it's such a tiny part of Orientation Week. It lasts a week and then you have to crack down--school starts.

I should not be nervous for this, oh no, no way.

But for some reason, after that horrendous deluge of college interviews, just the thought of talking to another person for a job, a position, a spot freaks me out. Butterflies invade my stomach. I wobble forward on my feet, looking more drunk that confident. I stutter and stumble and can't muster up the courage to talk straight.

Perhaps it's the thought that if I fail, it just proves the point about how inadequate and unready I am for real life. Perhaps it's because I am afraid of failure. The majority of the people that apply get the position, and if I don't. Well. Just think about what that could mean.

Anyways, I should head out because I'm walking there (yes, in the dark because I don't know where the bus stops). Wish me luck.