I am not very good on camera. And Ben is pretty awkward, so combine my failure to talk on camera and his awkward and you get a bucket o' awkward soup.
The interview was about to happen. I had been nervously waddling around all hour, trying to get the jittermonster out of my stomach, when I realized I hadn't printed my questions. I went to print them and was so nervous that my normal telecom stupidity was multiplied by 1,000 and I couldn't find the print button. I think I asked a question to one of the senior TA's that was kind of like this:

It was so preposterously illogical and senseless that my TA's just stared at me, dumbfounded. So they left me to fret around and poke at the printer while the rest of my class waited on me.
Once I finally got to the interview, there was about a year of staring blankly into the cameras before we began. I think I asked questions. I really don't know. All I remember is staring into this blank void somewhere in between the cameras and the control room. I remember there was a whooshy sound in my head and I couldn't get my feet to balance on the chair and also there was this godlike silence in my head where I probably wasn't even talking and my face looked like this:

And Ben was all like






AND THEN IT WAS OVER.
ANTICLIMACTIC I KNOW.
so that is why I am never on camera. And I'mmuna be all over my two partners to edit every bit of me out of that video.
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