I have a very important interview scheduled for later this evening. I will most likely make myself available a few hours after the appointment and then I may cut it short because I’m so important. Kidding. I just wanted to say that. It’s with my daughter.
Gabby chose journalism as one of her electives her Freshman year. Her first assignment is to interview people she knows in their twenties, thirties, forties and fifties or beyond. I fall in the forties catagory.
It’s about what television, radio and news in print was like when we were her age which is 13. I’m always waving my arms around wildly and ranting about how things were before she was born and I always get the impression that she isn’t all that interested in what I have to say. Now she has to actually hear what I say, turn it in to her teacher and be graded on it. Is catharsis too harsh a word?