Flash forward 9 years later. I'm 20 years old and at the Boise State-Tech game. I'm with my friends sitting in student section dancing around with our faces painted as I text my journalism professor, Judith. She asked what I was doing at the game and such and if I was painted up...then I got the text that would change my life. It read, "U can come 2 the press box and cover the last half if u want."
I nearly fainted when I read that. I told my friends I'd see them later because I WAS GOING TO THE PRESS BOX! No more drunkies, no obnoxious people, no more dumb blondes and I could see everything! I sprinted to the bathroom, washed my paint off (people inquired if I thought the game was bad enough to wash it off and my response was I'M GOING TO THE PRESS BOX, PEOPLE!"
I said it super excited with dance moves. Imagine that. Well I sprint over to the other side as fast as I could go (I didn't fall...BONUS!) and I see Judith at the elevator. She handed me my press pass and we got on the elevator...note: my stomach is in knots and I'm texting my parents ninety-to-nothing.
The elevator stops and the doors open. I had this incredible view of the field, my friends and the reporters around me. I took notes, absorbed every moment and cheered on, quietly. I felt like I was following my dream as I looked at stats, took notes on actions and felt so ESPN-esque up there.
And I got to thinking: had I gone to LSU, I would never have this experience, have my amazing friends or these opportunities at my feet. I love doing sports with a passion and hope to work my way in media relations or with a big company someday (unless I'm a stay-at-home mom, of course). I cannot thank God enough for opening all of these amazing doors. And the best part is that I was offered to cover the next game, which I readily accepted. I've realized this year that writing for sports is possibly the best thing that could ever happen to me and I cannot thank Judith enough for giving me this opportunity.