Part of our fall obligation, as Knight-Wallace Fellows, is to prepare a 30-minute presentation for our fellow Fellows. Topic: Ourselves. Yep. Half an hour of chitchat about ourselves. Just kill me now.
It’s pretty wide open. You don’t have to stand up and tell your life story. One guy played the cello, another woman decorated the house southwestern style and sang praise to her native Texas — these are all stories from past years, which we were told to give us the gist and an idea. (Why is it always Texans who do this? You’d never catch a Coloradan preaching yee-hah and cowboy boots to a bunch of people in Michigan.) There’s a schedule for these things, and I go next week. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do, but I expect there will be visual aids. I went over to the Media Union today with a stack of old slides and scanned them. This is one I actually sort of like — the box said “summer ’83,” so that’s me at 25. What was I thinking, parting my hair that far over with a forehead like mine?
I think I have my theme: “Good times, bad hair.”