on being forced to play well with others

The easiest way for me to get myself to +3 anxiety these days is to think about my upcoming performance exams that require videotape. As much as I didn't have any fun this past week hammering out my papers at the last minute, it really wasn't that terrible, because I was the only person whose schedule was affected. If something needed to happen, I could juggle priorities, pull an all-nighter, spin straw into gold, whatever. Totally self-contained. Having to involve other people in a mess like my academic endeavors is just aggravating.

So, I need to recruit one stunt patient, to be examined on tape, by me. It's tough to find someone who's willing to do this, but who also will be able to keep in character, and who won't be cracking me up in ninety seconds. In addition, I need to find someone to operate the camera, who also won't be laughing audibly while tape is rolling.

Wait, I just remembered that my little brother has a bunch of buddies who are into filmmaking. They'd probably be amenable to being hired for a project like this. . . and, of course, my cousin who lives in the city is in the film industry as well. That might work too.