Today I have an interview with the only real place I want to work.
I slipped some jeans on with my blouse, and my skirt and heels are waiting on me in the car. (I'll report back on how awkward I look changing in there.)
I've got fresh copies of my resume printed out and tucked neatly into a folder. I've consulted friends and professors then overstuffed my brain with answers to every possible line of questioning. I'm telling you, I know my strengths and weaknesses, my philosophy about teaching, how my own experience is beneficial, how I plan to meet expectations, and of course, why I want to teach.
Surprisingly enough, I'm not that nervous. I have prayed about it (and will continue to do so until I walk in the interview room), and I know the outcome will be just what it should be. I also know that what I think I want isn't always what I need, and I have to trust that God is taking care of everything for me.
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