Crushed
Posted: January 31st, 2014, 7:48 pm
So, I'm 25. It's been about 3 years since I've graduated from college. Up until that point I had always been a star student, someone who was considered to have a lot of potential, someone who people believed would accomplish some amazing things (which sounds conceited, but I was essentially told this to my face). Since graduating, I've just worked a string of dead-end jobs (e.g. Starbucks, waitressing etc.). I've considered grad school, but never finished my applications; I've applied for some full-time jobs (like working in an office or whatever) and for some government jobs (which would utilize my degree (international relations), but I've been turned down for all of them. I have this rehabilitating fear of rejection. I genuinely keep working at menial jobs in order to avoid failure (you know, if you don't try then you can't fail).
I finally decided to apply for Teach for America, because I know i want to be a teacher (finally figured it out) and this would be an amazing opportunity. Four hours ago, while at work, just before I had to tutor three students, I found out that I didn't even make it past the first round. It was so devastating, so emotionally traumatizing. It just reinforced all the terrible things I thought about myself. I told my sister about it, and she was wonderfully supportive. I told a good friend (well, when I say good friend, what I mean is a girl that I fell completely in love with and had a quick affair with, but that's another, lengthy story) and she was great because she had also applied to TFA and been rejected.
But I haven't told my boyfriend yet. When I got home from work, we had dinner together, but he went out to grab a drink with a friend. I had plenty of opportunity to tell him, but I didn't. I just know that I will cry, and it will be messy and he'll be supportive but I hate externalizing things and actually dealing with feelings. So instead I'm on the couch, in my pjs, drinking wine, eating ice cream on the internet. I just needed to write all this down in a privately public sort of way and vent. Thanks for listening or whatever.
I finally decided to apply for Teach for America, because I know i want to be a teacher (finally figured it out) and this would be an amazing opportunity. Four hours ago, while at work, just before I had to tutor three students, I found out that I didn't even make it past the first round. It was so devastating, so emotionally traumatizing. It just reinforced all the terrible things I thought about myself. I told my sister about it, and she was wonderfully supportive. I told a good friend (well, when I say good friend, what I mean is a girl that I fell completely in love with and had a quick affair with, but that's another, lengthy story) and she was great because she had also applied to TFA and been rejected.
But I haven't told my boyfriend yet. When I got home from work, we had dinner together, but he went out to grab a drink with a friend. I had plenty of opportunity to tell him, but I didn't. I just know that I will cry, and it will be messy and he'll be supportive but I hate externalizing things and actually dealing with feelings. So instead I'm on the couch, in my pjs, drinking wine, eating ice cream on the internet. I just needed to write all this down in a privately public sort of way and vent. Thanks for listening or whatever.