A little over a week ago I had my first face-to-face interview in D.C., and my nerves were a wreck.
This interview was much bigger than what I have done for my campus newspaper. It wasn't with one of the professors I pass every day in the hallways of my university or another Christian studies major praising the musical talent of Mumford & Sons. I was going to sit down with Ingrid Betancourt, a Colombian presidential candidate who spent six-and-a-half years captured by a guerrilla force in the Colombian jungle. She's a woman with a haunting yet amazing story.
Of course, Murphy's Law, that morning in my office was hectic and time-crunched. I had more things to do that day than I had yet to encounter and less time to accomplish them. I also had not eaten breakfast and there was no time for lunch!
I finally arrived at the swanky hotel with 10 minutes to spare, and I could picture all the fabulous people that had stayed there. So now on top of my interview anxieties, I was overwhelmed with soaking up the grandeur of this place. (You see, at home we're more of a Holiday Inn Express kind of family.)
Eventually, I met Betancourt — with the help of her kind media contact, of course — on the outdoor patio. Once our question-and-answer session began, most of my worries fluttered away. She answered my questions with a soft French accent between bites of her colorful salad. At the end of the interview, she assured me that I did very well. We even parted with a hug.
Lesson learned. People are people no matter what they've done in their lives. Hopefully, I'll remember that the next time I'm overcome with a bad case of the interview jitters.



Dear Whitney,
I am a journalism student at Liberty University, and I am from Colombia.
I can't believe you met Ingrid Betancourt!! I can't even imagine how nervious I would be doing that interview.
Good job!!
Joy Huertas
Posted by: Joy Huertas | October 28, 2010 at 01:55 PM