I remember my first time interviewing someone. Back then I was an intern at Ryerson University's Eyeopener Newspaper, an indie, left- wing newspaper that's unapologetically edgy, and I was only 16 or 17 years old. It was an internship I scored through my high school, the year I became eligible to take co-op instead of science. What started as a scheme to avoid taking something I'm terrible at turned into an extremely valuable learning experience, where I learned valuable lessons such as how to write an article, how to work with editors, and how to be fairly treated by people I work with, that are still relevant to me. So this is how my first time interviewing someone happened: one of Eyeopener's editors approached me, gave me a notepad with a phone number, a name, and a couple questions and said: "could you call this person and ask them questions? Thanks kid." I was flattered by the responsibility I was given so of course I said "yes," and followed orders without asking questions, like an affectionate sheep dog, that's still a puppy. In high school I struggled with social anxiety issues so the minute I dialled the number I recall feeling a combination of terror and excitement simultaneously, but the one thing that always helped me fight against it back then, is the same thing that helps me fight against it now: the life lessons I learned from theatre and acting classes. Case and point: when my first time interviewing someone happened I learned that interviewing people has nothing to do with the interviewer, and everything to do with the interviewee. It's a listening exercise, where an interviewer functions like a good performer, as they react accordingly and pay close attention to the person in front of them.