Waiting for the Results

I wonder, how do people running for public office feel?

I have 4 hours to wait until I find out whether I have been hired as a resident assistant or not.

The letter is sitting in my mailbox back in the dorms, waiting for me. But I happen to have night class until 7:30, so the letter and I will not be aquainted until then.

I am trying to be calm about this. This is so different than any play I've ever auditioned for. This is not about glory, or lead roles or anything. It's about a role of leadership and responsibility. And whether I am cut out for it.

I have to believe that God has a plan, whatever way this goes. And it's not a blow to swiftly fleeting self esteem.
If they don't hire me, it's ok. Either way, I win. I'll be happy either way next year. There is a plan.

But man, it is ridiculously nerve-wrecking to sit here waiting. AAGH. So how was the election for you, President Obama?

heh.


Where did my readers go? Not that there were many to begin with, and I know my life's not so interesting. But, I don't hear much from you these days. I'd love to hear your stories. :)

With love,

Lauren


Chariot, give me your strength. ~ Gavin DeGraw