Yesterday I was at Eddy Street Commons parting ways with a dear friend after a catch-up breakfast - the kind of breakfast when you're talking so much that the waitress comes by twice before you've even opened the menus, and then you hastily glance through them so that you can get back to the conversation.
After our almost-too-long hug, I was going to walk over to campus to meet my sister, but I was so COLD that I needed to buy some kind of jacket. Two days after I was cursing the South Bend heat.
Typical South Bend.
While my trip to the bookstore gave me a chance to look at all of the $50 t-shirts I love but can't justify buying, my detour also put me right in front of a camera-man when I was exiting the building with my new fuzzy fleece.
"Hi, were you at the game on Saturday?" he asked.
"Yes. It was pretty brutal."
"Oh, really? Would you mind answering a few questions for me about your experience tailgating, the evacuation, etc."
"Uh, sure."
"I'm so glad I did my hair this morning," I thought.
He then proceeded to turn on the camera and ask me to say my name and spell it. And apparently I thought he asked me to explain an obscure concept of Quantum Physics. I either got ahead of myself, realized that I was really flustered, or just, well...forgot how to spell it?
"Hi my name is Katie Manfred. K-A-...a - T...I-E. m-a-n-f-r-e-d."
I have the most common name of my generation and I stumbled over it. Awesome. I even took a class last year in which we learned how to audition for graduate programs in acting, and I had to introduce myself everyday, and then recite a monologue.
I guess working at a desk in the basement all day has made me a little rusty.
After I finally made it through the interview (in which I'm sure I talked too much and wasn't actually saying anything pertinent at all), the interviewer told me it would be on the 6 o'clock evening news, but if I couldn't catch the news live, the video would be posted on the website as well.
I was driving back to Wisconsin yesterday so I didn't catch the news, and the interview was probably as terrible as I thought it was because I can't find it on the internet to save my life.
Therefore, if you are able to locate it for me, by all means send it my way. I was really hoping to share my 30 seconds of fame with you all. But in the meantime, please take eleven minutes and watch one of the most inspiring interviews I have ever encountered. Weezy puts me to shame.
And of course, Part II.
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