What a Quirky World

Yesterday, 6 July, M. called me to say that she is successful for the teaching post, but she knows nuts about teaching poetry and prose. It's very painful to know that such people get trusted for such jobs whereas I, who is so much better than her, get booted out just like that. I'm so sad that I cried. I feel useless now. I don't feel like going for my graduation this October. What's the point when no one recognises the effort I've put in all these years. A friend told me it's because of my pint size that I did not get the teaching job. I've had enough to blame myself and to add on, now, I've got to blame myself for having born small and not getting the job as my size gives others an impression that I'm not suited for the job.