The Adventures of Julie at the Baseball House

Dear Prospective Students,

Well, I'm glad the formalities are officially out of the way. Now, let's start my first post!

Initially, I was going to start off with a nice little introduction to me. You know, the usual favorite color, preferred toothpaste, etc. However, sometimes stories just present themselves and explain everything.

So, here begins a story that took place today:

I am a reporter for our student newspaper, The Echo. As such, I have to run around like a wild woman, bugging unsuspecting students and faculty for interviews--it's exhausting but rewarding in that résumé way. This week, I am working on a preview of the UCA baseball team--GO BEARS!--for next Wednesday's issue. I contacted Coach Clark--nicest/coolest coach in the world--a few days ago, via email, and he told me to meet him at the UCA
Baseball House at 9:30 a.m.

The UCA Baseball House is located on College Street (previously I had no idea where it was. Coach Clark had to inform me), and it looks just like a house. So, I drive by it once, have to turn around in the hospital parking lot and then accidentally drive by it again. Eventually, I made it into the driveway and parked my car around back.

At this point, the rest of his instructions have disappeared from my mind. And there are eight million doors into the house.

I try the first door and walk straight into a dark storage closet.

I try the next door and can't get it open.

I then try eight more doors--all locked--until I eventually find one that is unlocked. I walk in, and it's a really nice team-meeting/fun area with inspiration slogans on the wall.

I tip-toe around because at this point I feel like a vandal. I hear voices coming from down the hallway. And in a moment of sheer panic, I run out of the house!

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but it seemed like the logical thing to do at the time. I ran back to my car and called Coach Clark--once again nicest/coolest coach in the world--to come get me.

He walked out of the second door that I tried and failed to open and escorted me into the UCA Baseball House.

So, in the end, I got the interview, but I also proved that I might be the dumbest journalist ever...

And I forgot about my Campbell's Harvest Selects soup and left it sitting in the microwave for 30 minutes.

I promise, I am not stupid. I am just a college student!

Next Entry: Why did I go to UCA??? and some other meaningful questions, probably.