Today was the day

And so the big day came. After an agonizing week of waiting and frantic recovery of published works, rushing to get a referral letter from any teacher,mental preparation, I felt I was ready.

At least I thought I was.

I was okay in the morning. I really was. I saw it as just any  oral examination,minus the picture discussion and reading, and I decided I would treat  the interviewers as my friends.In fact in the morning I was going around asking people,"Who is your favourite hero and what sort of traits do you think a hero should have".etc etc.

Close to 1pm, my palms started to become clammy,my heart was palpitating,and I couldn't concentrate because my stomach was churning a million times over. And then the bell rang.

So there I was, like a soldier sent out to war,clutching my notebook tightly under my arm, teeth gritted, and ready to face the onslaught of what was to come

Ok,exaggeration. I only left early because I wanted to go home and change heheh. But I was making calls to my mom and asking if she was already out of school,and panicking over an un-photocopied certificate,unnecessary fretting over trivial matters.

I was ready by 1.45 and then my mom made me change into a skirt -.- because apparently,"they wouldn't make a good impression" and  then I just had to wear the most ill-fitting uncomfortable shoes which kept coming out as I walked,so then I had to sort of half-limp and waddle everywhere. Good impression huh? Very.

So then I was there like half an hour early, woah. Ok this,I have to admit is a good impression,thanks to my Modo.

This lady with a phillipino accent  ushered me into a really comfy seat which I sank in and wanted to stay there forever. She had to scan some of my best works and certificates and blah, and I only waited all of three minutes before she said the interviewers were ready to see me.

Horrors! This tall lady  came to door and  gave me great big smile,and then she pointed to the other man seated at the table, saying he was the Director.

I think I was the first one to be interviewed. And it went pretty smoothly.I tried to sound all mature and radio like,hahah and then I kind of went on and talked about my career prospects,that I want to be a Journalist,yada yada.They also said I have to pass math!Because it's included in the modules and it's very fundamental. Dampening too :( So now I don't have an excuse to fail math. MUST.PASS.

And then the Number One Major Embarrassment! Remember when I said I was going around asking my classmates about heroes? Well I asked them that!!!! GAAAAAAAAHHH. They were evidently taken back, because then the tables had been turned and I was the one asking THEM questions,and I had my eager face turned on full mode and then they told me  there were other candidates who were waiting. But the Director was nice,he gave me his card so I could email them the questions about Heroes. But by then I wanted to bury my head in some hole and never see daylight again.

At least I walked out with some grace and pride intact when he gave me his card.Some.

So then 15 minutes,and WHOOOP overrrr!!!!!!!!


And now all I have to do is pray. And wait.