Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-09-01 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | clio, zoe hansen |
WHO: Clio & Zoe
WHEN: After the third
WHERE: Columbia University, Clio's classroom
WHAT: Clio has been interviewing for TA's all day, Zoe's interview is next
WARNING: Unless a ninja attacks I think it'll be fine.
Zoe splashed water on her face in the girls bathroom in the history section of classes at Columbia University. Large dark eyes that looked like a deer caught in the headlights looked back at her as water dripped off the tip of her nose. She took in a deep breath and wiggled her fingers on either side as she blew it out calmly. "Okay..." she said softly, "Okay.. I can do this." she talked to her reflection. She looked to her right out of habit but there was no one there. Sometimes she missed being a kid. There seemed to always be someone there.
She shook her head, "Keep it together, Zoey." she closed her eyes and took in another cleansing breath. It was so easy to just imagine support but she was entering the adult world. Though now with the death of her grandmother, she'd never felt more alone. That was the whole reason she was trying out for this. Her grandmother always wanted her to take her passion for history and myth and do something with it. So here she was. She opened her eyes after a few moments and dabbed at her face with her jacket. She let her head flop to the side and sighed as she looked at herself. Would I hire me? No, I would not.
She fixed her collared shirt, it was her job interview shirt and straightened her pencil skirt. Next, she fixed her hair, tying it back in a no nonsense ponytail. She adjusted the locket she wore, it was a unique piece and clearly old and certainly valuable. But Zoe didn't know the monetary value of it, it'd belonged to her grandmother and because of that became priceless. She looked every bit the part of a professor's assistant: she put on the right clothes, the right hair, she had her resume redone ten times, she went over all the coursework of the professor's to make sure she knew what she'd likely be asked. To the outsider she was going to nail this interview, she was going to get this job, she was an adult. She was put together.
But those big dark eyes of hers were something she couldn't cover up and her nervousness, her what the hell am I doing, and finally her is this who I'm supposed to be? were swimming in them. She bit her top lip and shook her head, grabbing her things and leaving the bathroom. By the time she reached Clio's classroom, she looked calm but didn't feel it. She eyed the doorknob like it was a snake and then finally opened the door and stuck her head in, "Oh.. hi." she said as she looked at Clio, "I'm Zoey--Zoe." Zoe sounded more professional, she stumbled over her words, "Hansen. Zoe Hansen." Oh my god Zoey, get a grip! She took a breath and gave a self deprecating smile, "Really glad I'm not trying out as a TA for the english department.."