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In journalism class, our assignment was to pick a sheet of paper that listed an object and go out onto campus and ask complete strangers for the object.  Some had chewing gum, others rubber bands.  My object was a piece of good advice.  This object seemed very simple to retrieve.  As I walked out of the library, I saw a man doing landscaping.  I figured I could ask him, but then I chickened out.  I figured he had better things to do than answer my silly question.  I kept walking and couldn’t stand how windy it was outside so I just went into Lewis Hall.

I walked by an entire class and didn’t ask a single person my question.  I always thought that I was pretty outgoing, but this assignment made it difficult because it required to have an awkward conversation.  I walked up the steps and through the door and saw a girl sitting at the front desk.  She looked like she was working on homework so I didn’t really want to disturb her.  I stood in the entry way playing with my phone trying to not look like a complete creep.  Finally I realized that I was also doing homework and my question wouldn’t take very long.

I walked up to the desk and asked the girl if I could ask her a simple question.  She greeted me with a smile and said sure.  I’m sure she thought my question was going to be about something she could help me find in the building.  I explained that I was on a scavenger hunt for my journalism class and I needed to acquire an object.  I then explained that my object was information and I needed a piece of good advice.  She had a confused look on her face and asked me what class if was for again.  I told her and she thought for awhile and awkwardly laughed.  She then said “study hard” and made it seem more like a question than a statement.  She asked me if I wanted her to explain and I simply said sure.  She said that studying hard meant to look over your notes every night and highlight, read the chapters, ask people in class for help, ask the professor, and make practice quizzes or test questions.  She then asked if I needed anything else and that’s when I asked for her name.  She told me her name was Maria Bohling.  I said thank you and make my way back to the library to write my story.

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