The seats are slightly damp,
The person who just vacated, sweating
Sticking to the plastic cover
And the bar’s pulled down
With no way out, no screaming now
Will help as the cogs begin to turn.
The ride has started and
The people down below will wave
Oblivious of the panic setting in.
So it’s the eve of my interview and it feels like the bar has been pulled down on a rollercoaster and it’s clicked into place; now there is no way out. I will interview tomorrow and, as is the way with teaching positions, I will probably know the outcome before I have left the building.
It feels a bit like I’ve tapped the first domino in a domino run and there is no stopping them all going down. There is no guarantee that I will get the job but I have started something that I can’t go back from too easily.
When I’m on a rollercoaster, I love that feeling of knowing there is no way out until you reach the other end; the thrill seeker comes out in me and I just adore it. However, this makes me feel sick. I’m trying to reframe it and think of it as an exciting adventure – but the truth is, I’m terrified.
Bar down, here we go!