Embarrassing Myself in Front of Famous People

Please trust me when I tell you I can be rather articulate. Eloquent, even.

But put me one-on-one with a famous person, and I get nervous. And when I get nervous, I turn into a pile of awkward.

Snapshots of the President.

Snapshots of the President.

Example 1:

President Bill Clinton came to visit my college, Bryn Mawr, my freshman year, in 1993. A bunch of us serious minded 19-year-old female scholars who wanted to meet him were cordoned off into our own area, which my savvy friend Amanda from Washington D.C.¬†wryly dubbed the “Presidential Petting Zoo.” (Perhaps she knew something the rest of us didn’t, yet.)

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