2.5 days to deadline - The minutes slowly tick by, every hour seems like an eternity, the throbbing sensation at the back of the head and the heavy heart make even the simplest chores an effort. The mind conjures the most horrific of results as Friday draws near, the heart beats in hope (albeit weakly). The world outside seems to go on as usual but the bubble that I seem entrapped in feels claustrophobic and scary! I go through my story in my head frantically searching for weaknesses and incompetency in my profile, I re-read my application to find any mistakes that I may have made....The questions seem endless, the answers seem even more lame and weak with every passing hour
Did all the effort go in waste? Do I not deserve a chance to explain my story in person? How would a rejection reflect on my candidature? Should I have lived life a different way? Do my choices and milestones in life appear that soporific?
The only quote that repeats itself in my mind right now is from one of my favorite movies, Shawshank Redemption, "Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane."