There’s a piece on the BBC website highlighted today by the folks over at BBC America’s Anglophenia blog (Nerdist Week is over, but we’re still friends, okay?) about Matt Smith dropping by a school to surprise the students there. It was part of a scriptwriting competition for school kids, and the winning students got to see their script made into a three-minute short, but they were only told that they’d get to see a preview of the video, not that Doctor Who himself would be strolling onto the campus. But he did, and the video’s at the BBC website (we can’t, unfortunately, embed BBC video here, so you’ll have to go to the actual website to see the actual video. Actually.
Anyway, the kids went wild, as you’d expect, and Matt was cool and the day was memorable for all, and it got me thinking about school days and the occasion when they’d bring someone in to speak to us. It didn’t happen often, and when it did, it was usually some poor city official or agricultural agent or cop who’d been roped into doing it by whatever public affairs office was in contact with the school.
But we did get a celebrity once. My high school had become a fundraiser for a charity that helped the developmentally disabled in the wake of scathing reports about a state mental hospital’s mistreatment of its patients, and to rally our troops, the school brought in the intrepid local news reporter who’d uncovered the misdeeds and had gotten national attention for his work. That reporter was…
Yes, Geraldo was the sole Big Name Celebrity to show up at my school. They herded us into an auditorium, put a slide show depicting volunteers helping renovate new group homes on the big screen to the strains of “Teach Your Children Well,” and then, to great fanfare, strolling onto the stage was The Man Himself, and…
And I can’t remember what he said, or anything much other than wide lapels and flared jeans. I guess he said some boilerplate thanks-for-helping stuff, then was ushered away and whisked into a waiting Town Car to be taken to his next appearance. Even then, he was all about the flash.
How about your school? Was your school ever graced by the presence of (figurative, or literal) royalty? Maybe you had a commencement speaker, or an assembly, or some kind of special event; anything comparable to Doctor Who (or Geraldo) dropping in? Talk about your Brush With Greatness in the comments.