The Edge of My Seat Isn't Very Comfortable

First, I was a kid with an idea.

Then, I was a kid with a dream.

Then, I was a kid with a pen.

Then I was a do-it-all reporter for a small-town newspaper with a staff that could all fit comfortably into a VW Bug. With the back seat taken out.

Then, I was (and still am) a staff writer for a weekly college newspaper that was named one of the best in the country.

I want to take the next step.

A couple weeks ago, I submitted my application to be the sports editor of The Sojourn for the 2011-2012 school year. 21 days, one interview, and countless hours of worrying and overthinking later, and today was the day that I was to find out if my superiors thought I could fill the shoes required to take that step.

Being the cool, level-headed person that I am, throughout the day I only checked my email for the notification when the hand on the clock hit 30 and 60. The second hand, that is.

A little after two o'clock this afternoon, I received an email from next year's editor-in-chief. But to my dismay, the headline of "hold your horses" informed me that the decision would not come today.

So I wait.

And I write.

And I hold my breath until I find out if I move one step closer to my idea, my dream; the thing I've wanted to do since I was just a kid with a pen.