Failure Strikes Again

I had an interview this morning at North Newton High School in Morocco, IN. I got a phone call on the way home from the principal-"We went with another applicant, but we believe you will make a good teacher someday."

Yeah-didn't make me feel better at all.

Then I come home and my parents asks me what I could have done different.

I think about that after each turn down. What I might have said that they didn't like, what I could have done different. I go over every little detail. Five thousand times.

I probably could make more follow-up calls and be more aggressive-maybe that's where I'm going wrong.

But I still come home, empty handed. Feeling like a failure because I can't get a job in my field.

I don't care what anybody tells me, I'll feel like a failure until I get a full-time job. Any way you slice it.