When you go for your first interview in years, it might be a semi-stressful event. After all, you’re out of practice.
You haven’t done this for so long you might not prepare properly. You might forget the name of the teaching model the school uses, and on the way to the school, you might have to refresh your memory at a traffic light.
You might have forgotten the stress of wondering if you’re going to be on time: you left with plenty of time, but who knows what delays await you, especially on Southern roads. It could be road work; it could be a traffic jam; it could be awful roads; it could be someone going ten miles under the speed limit.
You might have to schedule the interview just at the tail end of your day, and in an effort to be a little subtle about things, not come to school dressed for the interview but attempt to make the switch on the way. A service station bathroom? Too long. GPS says I only have eight minutes to spare. Traffic lights for the shirt and tie; remote corner of a grocery store parking lot near the school for the pants.
You might have to go to the restroom when you arrive but decide there’s just not the time (even after checking in with the receptionist), and besides, it’s not that urgent.
You might have forgotten that you’re not strictly (or even nearly) wearing dress shoes because you’ve gone all in for zero-drop shoes and don’t own a pair of formal zero-drop shoes, and you realize you probably should have bought some. In the meantime, you try desperately to remember not to cross your foot on your knee.
You might find yourself talking too much and have to tell yourself to shut up. “It shows your passion,” you might justify later. Perhaps your right.
First interview in seventeen years — went alright. We’ll see.