Post by colin on Sept 26, 2011 20:20:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE COLIN MATHIAS FAVREAU EDITION  TWENTY-THREE, NONE, TEACHER, IAN HARDING "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." “Oh, hey. It’s good to be here? “ Colin laughed. “Where did you hear my name was Pat? I can assure you it’s not, but even it was, I think it’d be Mr. Pat Favreau to you!” He considered it. After a moment, he shook his head. “On second thought, I don’t think I look like a Pat. That sounds like the name of my grandmother or something. Colin Mathias Favreau works for me. That’s still Mr. Favreau to you, miss.” "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" “I’m not surprised! I’ve only recently moved to Portland. I’ve lived in quite a few places, but I’d have to say my hometown is Chicago, Illinois. I wasn’t born there, but I’ve spent most of my life there. I was born in a small village outside of Paris, France, but my parents and I immigrated to Chicago when I was five years old. I’ve visited a couple times, but we didn’t do anything too fancy. It’s not cheap traveling to Paris. It isn’t something I can afford to do every year.” "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" “No, no. You’re fine.” Colin assured her with a charming smile. He scratched the notch behind his ear as he listened to the question being read. Five words that described him and why. “The five words that came to mind almost instantly were: good-humored, risky, history-inclined, athletic, and… a leader, if that counts. I’m not really sure if half of those can work, but those are the ones that came to mind. I like to think I know how to dress myself in a fashionable manner.” He addressed himself, analyzing the pinstriped vest, white undershirt, and dark slacks he had chosen to wear. He shrugged. “I’m from a town outside of Paris, France. I think there’s a law about banning unfashionable people, but I could be wrong. If there was one, I wouldn’t be surprised. There’s some pretty trendy people over there. I’d also say I’m risky because I love taking risks as long as they’re justified risks. I’m not going to jump off a bridge just for the hell of it and die. I’d probably jump with a bungee cord though. I’ve always been an adrenaline junkie. Trust me, my mother hates it. So does my grandma now that I think of it, but I am who I am, so they’re just going to have to deal with it.” Ha. “History inclined should be a no-brainer. Hello? I teach history. Nah, I don’t know what it is about it. I guess I love history and economics because there’s right and wrong answers, but you’re able to insert your own opinions within certain valid restrictions. Plus, I can dress up teaching history. You can’t do that teaching math. I’m also very athletic. I don’t think I’ve mentioned this, but I love watching football games, and I played lacrosse and basketball in high school. I wasn’t very good, but I was good enough to make the team. I’ve been asked to coach the basketball team, but we’ll see how it goes. One thing at a time, right? Last but not least, I could say I’m a leader. I love making plans, setting examples, and taking control. No, I’m not a control freak. I’m actually really laid-back and relaxed, so I won’t go Nazi Hitler on you anytime soon. You can release that breath you’ve been holding now. I won’t bite.” "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" “Busy? It depends on the day. Some days I can’t catch a breath and some days I question my very existence. Fortunately, I’m able to lay back on a couple of my hobbies to keep me entertained. One of my hobbies, and I’m not sure if I can count this as a hobby, is keeping up with current events. I understand I’m twenty-three years old, but I love reading the newspaper. It’s poorly written in most cases, but it’s so much better than sitting at a computer being antisocial. You can bring a newspaper anywhere and it seems so antique, so yeah, I read the newspaper. I also love reading in general. I read novels, autobiographies, and a lot of expository pieces about historical events I’m interested in. I also enjoy riding my bike, playing basketball, playing lacrosse, teaching—obviously--, and writing on occasion. I like to get my creative juices flowing sometimes. Something that bugs me though is people who don't try. I've seen people who are so smart, but they don't have enough effort to try and it drives me insane. I'd rather have someone fail because they tried and didn't understand rather than understand it completely and half-ass it. Excuse my french. I have my pet peeves, but that's my biggest. I also can't stand the smell of tulips. I guess I just have to throw that in there. I’d have to say I’m an easy-going person who is easy to relate to. I especially like being able to relate to my students. I don’t really know what to say without seeming cocky. I guess I can say I’m a pretty modest person when it comes to term with this kind of stuff. I’m fit for the most part. I love to exercise, and I like to think it pays off. I maintain healthy relationships with my family and friends from every single place I’ve lived for the most part. I’m also very organized. I am determined to not piss someone off by losing something this year. All in all, I’m a bit of a people pleaser and my dear old friend, Ms. Peterson, seems to think I’m quite the charming young lad. I think that’s how she put it. Anyways, I think that’s pretty much me. I do have my flaws, though. When I don’t want to do something, I can be very adamant about not doing it. It ate my lunch in high school, and it’ll probably eat my lunch again teaching high school. Um. I’m also a bit nerdy and old-fashioned, so I’ll never hear the end of that one. I think that’s it!” "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" “Juicy secrets? God, I feel so old. Is that popular slang nowadays? This interview seems kind of personal. I’m beginning the think I should have read some kind of fine print before I agreed to this. This is mandatory?” The interview nodded. Colin caressed his chin with a thumb and forefinger as he contemplated his response. “I’m always afraid of being that teacher that everyone hates. We all know who they are, so I try my best to be easy-going and easy to relate to. I was only in high school a few years ago. I know how much homework sucks. I guess I can only hope to be the best teacher of my ability without completely sounding like a participant in a Miss America pageant. I’m not a man of many secrets, but if I think of anything, I’ll be sure not to tell you.” "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." “Do I look gay? So far, you seem to have me under some pretty low standards. First, you called me Pat. Now, I’m gay? I’d suggest coming up with some new questions, but for the sake of this interview, I am certainly not gay,” he replied with another amused chuckle. “I have to say, I’ve always been a sucker for the shy girls. I feel like there’s so much more depth to them. With the more outgoing girls, they’re basically serving you exactly what you’re going to get, but with the less… outgoing girls, you kind of have to dig deeper. I don’t know. Maybe I’m a bit of a romantic, but I really love buying flowers and whatnot for girls. Hey, maybe that could be your secret. Mr. Favreau, secretly a hopeless romantic? I don’t know if that’d be good or bad to broadcast.” He bit his lip. “Let’s keep this between you and me, alright? It’ll be our little secret.” "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" “I didn’t… but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it. Well, I’m not big on hip hop. I get sucked into some of the pop hits going around these days, but I’ve always had my own taste of music even as I was growing up, but I’m not oblivious to popular songs. For christ’s sake, I know who Justin Bieber is. I think I’m good. I’ve always liked classic rock, though. My dad loves Led Zeppelin. I guess I prefer nineties music to the music era we have now, but again, I have nothing against it. If I can stand it, I’ll listen to it. Five songs I like are: Save the Last Dance for Me by Michael Buble, Push by Matchbox Twenty, Never Let You Go by The Third Blind Eye, Mr. Jones by the Counting Crows, and recently, Please Don’t Go by Mike Posner. There’s a billion of songs on my iPod, but those are just a few that came to mind. Do you ever wake up to a song and have it stuck in your head for the rest of the day? Yeah, that happens to me all the time. Whatever. I might just be weird.” "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" “Well-rounded young person? How old are you…?” Colin asked quizzically. Colin studied her face. When she didn’t show any intimation of answering, he released a grand sigh. She was the one asking the questions, not him. “In five years, I can only hope I won’t be dead or in jail, right? I’d like to travel abroad at some point, but like I said, plane tickets aren’t easy to go out and buy these days, especially on a teacher’s salary. In this economy, I can only hope I’ll still have a job and a house to come to every night. Don’t laugh at me.” He shook his head. “This is some kind of prankster interview, isn’t it?” "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" “Ah, my parents. Where could I possibly start? I know I’d feel eternally grateful for starting with my dad in any interview, exclusive or not, so I guess I have to say I have always been a momma’s boy until recently. My mom’s name is Auriele and my dad’s is Gregory. They’ve been married for a grand total of twenty-seven years, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon. The last time I checked, they were very madly in love, but it’s hard to tell when they’re fighting over the webcam to see how grown up I am. They live in Chicago still, so I don’t see them very often. I see them on holidays like most families do, but that’s pretty much the end of it. I’d like a couple dogs or maybe even a cat, but my apartment complex is a little strict on animals. I guess I’ll just have to wait for the day I can afford a house to get a golden retriever or something.” "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" “I am finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel! It’s a good thing, too. Class starts in less than ten minutes. I don’t want to completely bore you, either, so I’ll make this quick. As I had said before, I was born in a small town outside of Paris. When I say small, I really mean small. There had to only been four hundred people total. Crazy, right? I lived there until I was five years old, but my parents decided to move to the United States for a new life. Classic excuse to move to the United States, isn’t it? Well, we moved and I ended up in Chicago, Illinois, where I stayed for about thirteen years. I’ve had a lot of fond memories in old Chicago. One of my favorite memories occurred in sixth grade with my teacher, Mr. Morris. He was a real big history buff. He’s the guy who inspired me to become a history myself, and so far, I have no regrets. Unfortunately, it’s too early for me to make a firm outlook on teaching as of yet. Kimball High School is my first real teaching job since graduating from Washington State University. Sure, I’ve done a couple student teacher gigs back in Washington, but they’re weren’t the real thing, y’know? I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I’m still trying to successfully unpack my apartment. I’ll letcha know how that goes.” ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Check out my posts around the forum, please! CHAR, THREE YEARS, MOTHER EARTH, ADMIN EDIT |
