The Interview

Trisha Trousseau found herself in the interview room. Behind the interviewer's back were various learned books. Amusedly, Trisha thought of littlechatterature. Trisha had read all of Ayn Rand.

"Why do you want to attend Yale?"
"Both of my parents, Rob and Vivien are professors. I grew up in a very philosophical and literary family. Attending Yale would be a homecoming of sorts."
He smiled.
"You were captain of the soccer team and the softball team. Have these experiences taught you anything?"
"They taught me how to be a leader. They also taught me that teamwork is the key to winning. One game in Spring of '98, I just could not pitch. Everything was wrong. I asked the coach to put in another pitcher and that I would play outfielder. I was competent as an outfielder."
"Getting around to another subject, you scored a 1600 on your SAT's. How did you manage that?"
"I felt totally attuned that day. I know that sounds a bit mystical, but that's how I felt. Rob, my father, and Vivien, my mother, both teach at the Sorbonne a part of the year besides teaching at Harvard. So all my life, I've heard things I've only half-understood. When I took the SAT's, I understood."

Trisha appeared intensely beautiful and focused. There are some women that you stared at, not even intending to stare at them. Something drew people to Trisha. It was an intensely focused energy in her soul. When she walked into a party, the conversations stopped. She would ease her way into conversations with a glass of wine. She only drank two or three max.

"What do you plan to major in?"
"I want to join the skulls and bones," she answered unwittingly. There was a faint glimmer of sadness in her eyes.