Week 13- Posting 13

At 9:55 p.m. I walked down the long, straight hallway of the Robert Bell Building. My shoes were squeaking with every step I took because of the rain outside. The hallway was dimly lit and random classrooms on each side of the hall had lights left on. As I came closer to the general area of room 104 of the Ball Communications building, I saw a large group of students talking in the Letterman Building lobby. I kept my distance, being unsure of whom the group of people was. As I paid closer attention to some of them, I recognized a couple of them from “Current Club Members” page from the group’s website. I stood off to the side, away from the group, and checked the time on my phone. It was almost 10 and I wondered if this was where Something Else or not. I looked around anxiously to ask someone what exactly this group of students was doing. A few seconds later I asked a student standing nearby who gave off a friendly vibe, “Excuse me, is this Something Else?” The student answered back, “Yeah, we’re just waiting for the producers and writers to get out of their meeting.” I thanked the student and took a few steps away from the group and just watched everyone.

A few minutes later four or five people came from around the corner and one of them with shaggy black hair, who appeared be a white/Asian mix, told everyone to follow him. As everyone followed him, I nervously trailed behind. He took everyone to room 104. There were about 50 desks all lined up against each wall, leaving the center of the room open. As everyone took their seats and got settled in, I made my way to the front of the room where, I assumed them to be the producers, were standing. Two male students stood behind a large desk discussing something I was unfamiliar with. One was the student with black hair from earlier and the other was one that I recognized, again from the website. He had short light brown and a mustache that almost looked fake. I stood in front of the desk waiting for them to acknowledge me. They both turned and looked at me and the black-haired student said, “Hey, what’s up?” And I answered with a speedy, “Are either one of you Nick? The uh… executive producer?” The student with the mustache answered “Why yes, that’s me, I’m Nick!” A split second later I replied, “Ok I sent you an e-mail a couple of…” I was soon interrupted by the black-haired student, “He’s just kidding, Nick has been sick the past couple of days. Are you new?” The student with the mustache smirked at me and then I answered, “No, I’m doing research paper for my English 104 class and I was wondering if I could sit in on your meeting?” The black-haired student replied with a friendly “Yeah sure, that’s fine, feel welcome to sit wherever. And try to have some fun.” I think he could tell that I felt a little intimidated by the situation, for a reason I’m not quite sure of. I replied with a “Thanks” and turned around getting my foot stuck on the leg of a desk and nearly tripping. The two students shared a laugh at my embarrassing, near accident. As I walked to a desk near the back of the room I heard the student with the mustache make a joke about me, but I didn’t exactly know what he said but I knew it was about me. I took a sit next to the friendly student from earlier. “Are you new?” he asked. “No, I’m doing a research project for English.” I answered back. He gave me an interested look and replied, “Oh cool.” Throughout the meeting I took notes about everyone and about everything the club talked about. The meeting got over within about 40 minutes. After the black-haired student who was in charge the meeting released everyone, I felt a wave of release to be out of there and made my way back to my dorm.