There are only two and a half months until I finish college. Somedays I can hardly believe it. It feels like I just started. Part of what will allow me to graduate college is the successful completion of a six-week internship. The first step to a successful internship completion is, of course, finding an internship.
I applied for the best internship I could find, happening right in the heart of the largest city in Canada. I’m in school for journalism. Immediately after I applied, I started imagining myself taking the train to downtown Toronto each day, the bustle of activity featuring busy commuters surrounding me. I thought about the stories I would write, and the people I would meet. I couldn’t wait. Maybe it wouldn’t be simply an internship… perhaps they’d even give me a job afterward.
This must be what God wants for me, I thought. Why else did I feel so confident? Was God giving me a glimpse of what my future might hold?
I received an email from the company, requesting an interview.
I prepared for the interview using all the ways I knew how — I made connections with people from the company and called them to learn what their interviews had been like; I emailed previous interns; I wrote down the answers to questions I thought they might ask.
The morning of the interview, I felt nervous but confident. I could do this.
I didn’t feel great when the interview ended. None of the questions I had prepared answers for had been asked. I started to doubt everything.
I received the email yesterday: I didn’t get the internship.