The weekend passes in a blur of preparation and anticipation. I gather the necessary documents, making sure every piece of paper is neatly organized in a folder. The scent of fresh ink from the printed resumes fills the air, a reminder of the importance of this opportunity. My desk is cluttered with notes and practice interview questions, each one scribbled with potential answers. The soft hum of the lamp on my desk casts a warm glow over the room, creating a comforting cocoon of light.
I rehearse my answers to potential interview questions, pacing back and forth in my room. The familiar creak of the floorboards under my feet becomes a rhythm, a backdrop to my nervous mutterings. I try to calm my nerves, taking deep breaths and reminding myself of the hard work that has brought me to this
