It was a gorgeous afternoon.
At eleven I had my second round Orientation Group Leader interview. It was speed dating style; we had to answer two questions at each station.
I think I did well. I was tired, so I didn’t feel as energetic as I usually do, but I answered every question with appropriate pragmitism and spunk, I hope.
One that threw me was this: What would you do if a first-year student in your orientation group asked you on a date?
I think I bumbled something about telling them that it wouldn’t be appropriate given I was serving as their mentor, but it was a strange, strange question.
After my interview, I went downstairs to meet with my running mate and our campaign team. Two members of that team, thank the heavens, had experience making and editing videos, and so we were able to shoot our own successfully with plenty of advice from them. It was warm and sunny out, so much of our footage was taken outside, perched casually on a park bench, talking about our platform.
A highlight was when I went to move one of these, because it would have been in a shot otherwise:
And the darn top pulled off in my hands, leaving the bottom to crush my toe and splash cigarette water all over my feet and legs. It was disgusting, but funny. Butt funny. (Sorry)
Now I’m sitting in my room, wrapped in a blanket (which is what I always do when I’m forced to sit at my desk. It makes the uncomfortable chair somewhat bearable). Some freshmen are screeching across the way, surely happily aware that their voices carry. It’s almost 10:13, and I’m undecided about watching SNL, for once. I do have a five page paper to write.