During my senior year of college, The Real World production company arrived on my campus to host auditions for the upcoming season. My friends and I scoffed. This was toward the end of the year and after four years of college, I think we all excelled at scoffing at things we found below us. Which was a lot at that point. Waking up before 10 A.M on a Monday. Scoff. Not talking during a class we found boring. Scoff. Auditioning for a washed-up reality show. Scoff.
I scoffed so hard at the entire idea of the audition that I signed up to do it.