I met Sarah Vickers, jealous? Don't be.

There were several reasons I went to the Head of Charles this weekend: to show support for my friends in the men's and women's eight, to lament about how I wish I had chose to row this fall again rather than pick up more shifts at work, and to meet Sarah Vickers, my idol. Keeping tabs on Sarah Vickers is part of my daily ritual. When I wake up, in the minutes before I get out of bed to start my day, I check instagram to ogle at her #outfitoftheday. Midday during a history class with laptop carts, I find myself navigating to her blog "Classy Girls Wear Pearls" to pick her brain about the latest trends, and maybe some hints about her relationship with her boyfriend Kiel. Meeting Sarah was going to be a monumental day as well as a day that would be a source on envy for all my friends.

When I met Sarah Vickers, my idol, I was disappointed.

I had certain pre-conceived notions about what it would be like to meet Sarah. Whenever she attends a public event, hours later she will upload a multitude of pictures with her fans with captions such as "loved meeting these girls today" "I adore my fans" or maybe even "met new friends today. :) " I actually thought that maybe Sarah and I would become friends in some way. Maybe we would comment on each other's post or maybe even, if I was so lucky, tweet at each other. But I was mistaken. Sarah Vickers had no interest to give a loyal fan like me the time of day.

When my friends and I first approached Sarah Vickers, she gave an almost annoyed "here we go again look." Thinking I was surely mistaken, with a smile that could span across the Charles River itself, I asked if we could get a picture with her. With a simple nod of the head, she lined us up, smiled just long enough to capture the moment, then immediately reverted to her stoic, cold expression. She wished us a great rest of our day, and promptly walked back to her tent. I stood there feeling as if I had been dropped in the river myself and sunk to the bottom.

That night, feeling defeated, I returned to my bed and opened my instagram, and wandered to Sarah Vickers' page. Much to my surprise I saw a picture of my friends and myself, posing with Sarah Vickers, with a caption "Meet the most amazing fans at the Head of the Charles Today. Can't wait for next year!" At that moment I had the over whelming desire to walk into another fan's room gawking with envy over the post and share my wisdom with them; Sarah Vickers is not all she's cracked up to be. When I met her, I was disappointed.