The Moment Has Arrived

Preparing for my skype interview

The moment is approaching where I'm going to start hearing back from schools. Because of this my anxiety has been working in overdrive, and I could barely hold a thought at times.

I had a big interview with a big name university yesterday, and I was a nervous Nelly.

Ugh, I felt like I was getting ready for a date. I was pacing back and forth from my bedroom to the bathroom, changing outfits, doing my hair, and picking the right makeup.

My Skype look was natural, but artistic professional.  Just to make sure I looked okay I opened up photobooth on my mac,  just to see how I would look on video.

Upside... skin looked good... thanks MAC brush 187... downside.... I seriously need a haircut.

I spent most of yesterday morning preparing answers and making sure I was well versed with the program.  I had it ingrained in my mind that this school is the one for me, and I need to nail it. I'm a serious writer.... damn it!

When our Skype interview started I was immediately taken aback that there was a panel in front of me.  I don't know where their camera was, but I felt far away from them. I had issues hearing their questions, and I was unsure if they were hearing my answers. They asked a couple of questions that threw me off, like what my favorite TV shows and plays were. I usually love answering this question, but I was a babbling Barbara.

They told me that they loved my writing sample.  EEEEEE! *cue me dying inside* I was already smiling a lot, but I was beaming when I heard that.

The last question that they asked me is "What would I contribute to my class if I were accepted?" I told them that I'm compassionate and patient, and that I do my best to help writers align their  work with their values.

I guess they liked that answer, because I got a lot of nods. When the interview was done I was on the verge of tears. I didn't feel as poised as I wanted to be. I'm a stickler about communicating things clearly and I wasn't a 100% sure that I did with this interview.

What about my five year plan? What about how this university fits with my writing? GAGH, I had so many other things I wanted to talk about. WOMP WOMP

My mom was telling me over the phone "Don't over analyze it Honey. You're going to make yourself sick."

Whenever my mom calls me Honey it brings me back to being a kid again, which is what I needed to snap me out of my anxiety.  I have to leave it to the gods. Wish me luck y'all