My friend told me to be brief and to be brilliant, and that I would do just fine.
Each night leading up to the big day, I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom for a long time. In fact, I had never stared at myself in a mirror this long for my entire life. While there, I talked to myself over and over again, just staring at my own reflection. In my head, I conjured up question after question after question. I was dressed in full professional attire, and asked myself, aloud, each of those questions I made up. I remained, in front of that mirror, watching myself answer my own questions, aloud. What an odd exercise.
