During that year, I started to wonder where I would get the funds to keep going to college. My freshman year I had a one-year scholarship to get me in-state tuition. But I had no idea if I was going to stay and apply for residency (the rules were a lot less strict then than they are now), or...what.
At one point, I had a note up on my cork board. It looked a little like this:
How to Pay for College
sell a kidney on the black market
get another scholarship
take a year off and work
marry a Utah resident
convince my parents to move to Utah so I can get residency
rob a bank
The ad said, "Models needed! All shapes, all sizes!" Something like that. We decided to call, just because. We knew it would never turn into anything, but we were curious.
Between the three of us, we had the "all sizes" part of the ad down. My roommate, Stacy, was super tall and very athletic. She was from Las Vegas. The floormate, Becky, was teeny tiny-maybe about 4'10". A lot of people thought she was, like, 12, because she looked really young. She was from Fargo, North Dakota. And then there was me-somewhere in between the tall and the short.
|Becky from Fargo, ND|
|Me and Stacy from Las Vegas|
We went down to where the "try-outs" were at. They wanted us to bring a picture of ourselves. Of course, not knowing how it all works at the time, we just brought little wallet-sized pictures, instead of big 8x10 head shots in a portfolio. The "studio" was in the basement of some random building. We walked through a hallway, and into the first room. In there was a catwalk. There was a really tall guy, walking back and forth on it. He was practicing his turns. It reminded me of Zoolander. Then we went into the next room, which was an office.
The lady had us fill out all this paperwork. And then she asked us for our pictures. The whole time I had to hold back my laughter. But I'm sure when she saw our "head shots" she had to hold her laughter back as well. After we were done with paperwork, she began her interviews. If you can call it that.
She started with Stacy. She basically called her fat (which she wasn't) and told her that she might be a good plus-size model. Ouch, right? Then she moved to Becky, who she told could maybe model little kids' clothes. Ouch again. And then it was my turn. She told me I was too short to model, but I should try acting. Yee-haw.
What. A. Joke.
"All shapes, all sizes"? They should have said, "All shapes and sizes if you want us to insult you". Or "All shapes and sizes if you are between 5'9" and 6'2" and weigh 80 pounds".
We left, and just...started laughing hysterically. We thought the whole thing was so funny. Becky was all, "How about I chop my hair extra short and model 10-year-old boys' pants for JCPenney?!?!?" And I was all, "Yes, I'm going to win the next Oscar!"
Good times, my friends.
I did end up getting a summer job at Zuka Juice in Logan, which helped take care of my financial woes for schooling (earning money in a legitimate way, and getting Utah residency at the same time). I'm glad I didn't have to be a part-time model.