My name is Sarah and I graduated from Penn a few months ago. Go Quakers!
It has only been a few months since graduating and already the bleak reality that life is now just one long school year with no summer or winter breaks is hitting me like a big, fat turd-colored UPS truck.
I found your contact info on the alumni page and I’m also very interested in working in the entertainment industry.
I typed in the word “entertainment” in the alumni page and emailed every single presumably Asian female name I found. “Lee” as a last name is tricky, though, so I might’ve emailed some white people too.
I’d really like to pick your brain about your experiences and I’m wondering if you were available for a quick call?
Can you hold my hand and whisper sweet affirmations into my ear anytime I get scared? Stuff like “You got this!” and “You’re only 22? Pshh, you have your whole life ahead of you to figure things out. You are doing so great. Stop holding my hand so tightly.”
I’d love to just hear about how you got your start in the business and the general challenges you faced getting to where you are today.
Do you ever have that problem where you wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, screaming the lyrics to John Mayer’s “Stop This Train”? No? Weird.
I really admire your work and I’d really love to chat about any advice or suggestions you might have.
Sometimes, it feels like every person I’ve ever known is an illusion. You know, like that moment in A Beautiful Mind where Russell Crowe realizes that his super blonde best friend isn’t real? I’m starting to feel like Russell Crowe and that’s always a bad sign.
I hope everything is going well with you and I look forward to hearing from you.
The optimistic, wide-eyed adolescent me is dead.
I’m currently sitting on my parent’s couch refreshing this page. Please respond. Please. Hello?