In a little more than a week from today, I will be trying to make my way through a maze of buildings on a rather large college campus. Building 245 will be the one I have been searching for.
If I do perhaps, chance to find it, butterflies will be fluttering in my stomach, as I wait, impatiently, for the elevator to take me to the second floor. The pleasant-voiced woman on the other end of the telephone instructed me to ask anyone on the floor to direct me to her office..."They'll be sure to point you in the right direction." But what will I do when I finally make my way there?
I've been instructed to bring a writing sample. A research paper that will show my abilities in that area. The essay won't really be that important. The opportunity will mostly be based on our interview.
As I take my seat, my mouth will be as dry as a bone and my mind will have gone completely blank. I will keep trying to remind myself that there will be other chances; other days. But it really does very little to quiet the questioning thoughts running through my mind. What will she say? Even more importantly...what will I say??
I know that I won't be able to help staring down at the shoes I am wearing...which, as a side note, will hopefully be Sarah's best black heels. I always seem to stare at my shoes when I'm nervous.
I will try to keep my hands folded in my lap as she rearranges the papers on her desk, but when I am not looking, my left hand will sneak up to twist around and around one of the earrings I am wearing. I clench it tightly with my other hand, but up it sneaks again. It's a losing battle.
I try to remind myself that a twenty minute interview isn't very long at all...but, I also know that, for me, one who has always tended to be painfully shy, it will seem like an eternity.
I have been so blessed to have been offered this opportunity. So...I will try to keep my concentration on those feelings of joy and fear, humility and blessedness that continue to sweep over me.
That, and a remembrance that when God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The Interview...
Posted by emme at 12:13 AM
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Hi Emily,
My name is Jane Ellen and I have been kind of lurking in the shadows of your blog for a while. But, I thought I'd go ahead a unveil myself!
Hope your interview goes well.
Rejoicing in His goodness,
Jane Ellen
Good luck, Emily! Praying for you!
How nice to "meet" you, Jane Ellen!
Thanks so much for stopping by and visiting...
I *love* your name by the way!
~Emily
Thanks. It is unique, and that suits me. What is with trying to "fit in". :)
I will pray that it goes well.
Thanks for your sweet comment :). I think I can relate so well with you when having read your comment. I can also find it hard to get along with kids my age becuase I am so different from them. Many don't look at life (in general) as I do nor do they enjoy the things I enjoy. So, when I am standing in a room with all these people, although I wish and long to be noticed (perhaps that is self centred of me?), I'm practically a wallflower.
Sorry for ranting on! I either end up leaving very short comments or very long comments. But, I really enjoy it when people leave me long comments actually.
By the way, I wish you the best of luck and will be praying for you!
I hope it goes well! I twist my earrings when I'm nervous, too....
Oh! I'll be praying! Ever so hard! What excitement and anxiety you must have all mixed up.:)
Emma
"That, and a remembrance that when God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window."
SOOOO true!
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