I was 26 before I learned what it felt like to swear. I had
experimented with ‘drat’ and ‘dagnabbit’ in High school and even said ‘sucks’
and ‘crap’ on occasion but had never expressed the words known primarily by
their first letters. The situation was I was a grad student in the Counseling
program at Cal State Fullerton awaiting news about my practicum placement. I
was already on track to graduating a year late because I did not get into an
agency my first time around. I was experiencing a sense of urgency.
It was
February, a couple of weeks before the practicum faire, that I contacted the
agency that I had previously interviewed with the semester before and set up a
second interview. I went through the interview, thought it went quite well, and
was confident about being accepted by the agency. Flash forward to May.
By this
time I had contacted/interviewed with a dozen or so other counseling agencies
but did not receive any offers. I was becoming a bit anxious to say the least.
I still held out hope for my first agency until I heard a
friend in my class tell me she had just been offered an internship by that
agency. She had interviewed with them the week prior.
I called the agency to ask about my application just so I
could have some sense of closure and was told they were sorry but there were no
positions left. I asked if there was feedback they could offer me that I could
take into future interviews and was told the following, “Well, it’s hard to
give you feedback, what with such short notice, but there are certain
characteristics that we look for and I’ve heard you do comedy and that you do
it well. I think you should look into
doing that.” I said thank you and hung up.
I wrote in
my journal for a little bit and then called my friend who was also in the program.
I told her what happened and that I was disappointed. She said I seemed to be
taking it well but asked how I really felt. I told her I felt the situation was
really fucked up and that ‘short notice’ line was such bullshit because they
knew they didn’t want me back when I interviewed in February but didn’t tell me
because they wanted to wait until they found someone so that they could just
tell they were sorry but there were no positions left. It felt good to swear. I
was surprised. It felt freeing.
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