that guy
On Friday, I was “that guy.” You know. That guy who talks way too much when asked a simple question and who thinks HIS jokes are the funniest things he’s ever heard.
I was asked, along with five of my other classmates, to sit in on a new-student panel and answer questions from visiting prospective students. Normally, I would hold back a little, but I’d had a lot of caffeine and I was ready, even downright excited, to share all of my new knowledge about getting an MBA, UW, and dealing with the accursed GMAT.
I had an answer for every question. About halfway through the Q&A session, I realized that I was “that guy” and tried to tone it down a little. Later, at our TG or MBA happy hour, I apologized to my panel-mates for being a jackass. Either they were a bit buzzed or feeling generous, but they told me that I was fine. They are kind, kind people.
So anyway, I either convinced people to come to this school or I scared them away with my bug-eyed jittery enthusiasm. We’ll see who is brave enough to face the nutty Sarah next year.
Well I was a bit buzzed last night, but I sincerely think you were fine.
It was a lot of fun being on that panel… I felt so important when I noticed they were intently taking notes as we were talking.
your caffeinated perkiness sounds perfect for up there… you know, the home of starbucks?