LINNAEUS-PALME. SWEDEN. I'M IN.
Well. Almost.
Last night, I received an email informing me that I got through the second screening and that I will be interviewed today for the third and final screening procedure. My first reaction was to squeal like a real spaz. But then my eyes zeroed in on the words PANEL INTERVIEW.
"Shit," I said.
I suck, and by suck I mean reaaaallllyyy SUCK, at interviews. The mere thought of sitting (or standing) in front of the whole CAMP OT department to answer questions that would decide whether I go to Sweden or not is enough to give me a panic attack. And I've never even had a panic attack in my life!
I swear, I'm a POS interviewee. When I was in my senior year of high school, I qualified for the UP INTARMED program and part of the screening is an interview. Nope, that's a story I vowed never to tell again. I'd like to keep that memory tucked deep within my subconscious because I hate to relive that failure of epic proportions. Anyway, the fact of the matter is: me and interviews? Just no. That's a disaster waiting to happen.
I'm a writer by nature. If I haven't made that abundantly clear, I'm saying it again. I express myself better with the written word (check out my post from August 4th to read more about this).
It did not surprise me that my interview this morning SUCKED ASS. You know those stupid Yahoo! Answers questions and answers they post on 9gag? If my interview had a transcription, it could very easily replace those Y!Answers posts. Ugh. I feel like I should just give up on the idea of Sweden right now...
But no. I refuse to give in. I want this exchange program more than my next breath and I'm willing to do anything to get in... even fool myself into believing that I have a chance.
And now, let the waiting - and agonizing - begin.
Well. Almost.
Last night, I received an email informing me that I got through the second screening and that I will be interviewed today for the third and final screening procedure. My first reaction was to squeal like a real spaz. But then my eyes zeroed in on the words PANEL INTERVIEW.
"Shit," I said.
I suck, and by suck I mean reaaaallllyyy SUCK, at interviews. The mere thought of sitting (or standing) in front of the whole CAMP OT department to answer questions that would decide whether I go to Sweden or not is enough to give me a panic attack. And I've never even had a panic attack in my life!
I swear, I'm a POS interviewee. When I was in my senior year of high school, I qualified for the UP INTARMED program and part of the screening is an interview. Nope, that's a story I vowed never to tell again. I'd like to keep that memory tucked deep within my subconscious because I hate to relive that failure of epic proportions. Anyway, the fact of the matter is: me and interviews? Just no. That's a disaster waiting to happen.
I'm a writer by nature. If I haven't made that abundantly clear, I'm saying it again. I express myself better with the written word (check out my post from August 4th to read more about this).
It did not surprise me that my interview this morning SUCKED ASS. You know those stupid Yahoo! Answers questions and answers they post on 9gag? If my interview had a transcription, it could very easily replace those Y!Answers posts. Ugh. I feel like I should just give up on the idea of Sweden right now...
But no. I refuse to give in. I want this exchange program more than my next breath and I'm willing to do anything to get in... even fool myself into believing that I have a chance.
And now, let the waiting - and agonizing - begin.
