I walked into that hallway just like I had the day before, and the day before that, and the weeks before that. Everything was the same. The lights that illuminated that narrow hallway still flickered every other second. That familiar, yet unlikable, smell still penetrated the walls, and the floors still had the scratches that were produced from the thousands of people that walked through that hallway for the last couple of decades. I walked into that hallway with my legs shaking and breathing heavily, so heavy that I could be mistaken for a cow, all because I was about to receive news that I’ve been wanting to hear for the past 4 years.
In my story I am exploring feelings of self-doubt. In April of 2022, I auditioned for a leadership role for a school organization that I have been involved in since freshman year. I have always dreamt of getting this role because of the amount of admiration I had for the people who had previously obtained this position. As supercilious as it may sound, I wholeheartedly believed that through this position, I would be able to influence change to make the organization the best it has been in the previous years. In this story I attempt to capture these feelings I had walking into the room the morning that the results from the audition were going to be posted.