The Leadership Chronicles: Watching the Watchers

Of all the cringe-inducing things we had to do, one that really stood out was having to introduce the sessions, which involved learning a short speech in about five minutes and then yelling projecting it to our fellow students. The person was chosen during meal times when one of the Tight-Ass Triplets would walk around the communal table, staring at us, and then stand behind the chosen one, put a hand on his or her shoulder and direct them to be outside the classroom at a certain time, about ten minutes before the rest of us.  

I so did not want to be chosen. I am sure you know what is coming, right? Yep. I was chosen. This was the second-to-last session. By now I had started my acting job (more on that later) and made sure to make full-on eye contact every time the moderator circled us, but I think the staff were not quite yet convinced. So when the hand plopped down on my shoulder I made sure to keep my face completely neutral. But then something strange happened: the moderator told me to escort another person to the classroom at a certain time. Huh? But I did what I was told and when we got there, he was taken into the room to learn the intro. Huh again? But you know what I think it was? I think this was a test and that if I had looked all pissy and sour-faced about it they would have gone ahead and had me do the whole thing. But because I was on to their little games by now I passed. It would have been interesting to see their reaction to my non-reaction.