the third time is not always the charm.

I am a relatively honest blogger.
I've realized that there is no point in hiding everything from my readers, even if they live in Germany.
(I still wonder who my German readers might be.)
So I applied to blog for my college.
Part of the application was a sample post.

Here's what I wrote:

"A fresh start. A clean slate. A new beginning.

That’s my approach to this school year.

After the summer that I’ve had, it’s the only option.

I’m living in a campus house with a group of people I don’t know very well, without the obligations I had last year.

I can’t wait to jump into a new routine with new classes and new opportunities.

But it’s not without apprehension.

I’m a junior, so I should have some idea of what I’m going to do after graduation, right?

Well, not really.

Get a job?

Get married (difficult, because I’m thoroughly single)?

Go to grad school?

Go to culinary school?

I don’t know.

So I’m going to explore my options and try new things.

And I hope you come along with me on this journey."

I didn't get the job.

And I'm sure that there are many reasons why those who did get the job got it and why I didn't, other than for this particular writing sample, but I'm a little upset.

My dad says that this post is too honest.

And I suppose I understand that.

But I'm feeling a little under-appreciated when it comes to my writing.

This is a really good post.

And I have some pretty impressive marketing skills.

I could sell this college if I had to.

I have applied for this gig three times now.

And have received the same rejection email.

(In fact, this year's was not updated to accommodate for the new school year.)

I wanted it.

I wanted to get paid to talk about my life at school.

I have hilarious stories to tell.

And I can tell them well, while shedding a positive light on the college.

That's what I did as a tour guide.

But I'd get to sit behind a computer instead of talking to an actual person.

So, I'm going to talk more about life at Bethel on the blog this year.

I'm going to bring y'all on my journey.

I'm going to start using tags on my posts.

But right now, I'm going to bed.

Melisa and I are going to Starbucks tomorrow, because it's the first day of Pumpkin Spice.

Then I have tennis class, ten minutes, and then US History.

I will sit in a corner and drink my latte quietly, trying to keep my sweaty stench from spreading through the lecture hall.

Pleasant, right.

Good night, readers.