"I know you!" He said, inquisitively. I was thinking, well. I definitely know you, but everyone does because you are our key note speaker and a rock star professor!
I really felt shy (perhaps for the first time in my life!). I didn't know what to say, so I paused for a moment. Then regained my composure (well. . .not sure about that), and said "We met at the so and so conference in D.C."
"You spoke about how your center engages with local cultural communities to raise funds."
"Oh! Yeah, yeah yeah." Then he chatted me up and little bit, and my boss saw we were talking so he came over. In a way I felt rescued, but in a way I wished I could figure out what I wanted to ask him.
After all, he had been my suggestion as the key note for the conference. Yes, me. One of the "little people". Or. . one of the most influential. The second is probably closer to the truth, although I have no authority or political power. This professor certainly didn't doubt my worth due to my so-called position.
What is rank? what is power?
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