I feel very
out of place.
All of the
other students – 5 of them, 3 girls and 2 young men – sit across the waiting
room in lounge chairs. They all look either unconcerned or absent-minded as
they stare at their smart phones. I remain alone, in a row of chairs outside
the double-door opening through the middle of the room, staying as far away
from them as I can.
Both of the
men are called back relatively quickly, one at a time. The first one disappears
out the nearly opaque glass door with a woman in her mid 40’s, the second with
a man who looks like he’s in his late 30’s.
I look back
down at my phone, trying to ignore the fact that even though everyone here has
some sort of important reason, I feel like the only one who can’t handle life.
I know
that’s not true. But it feels like it.