I have always known that the path to becoming a journalist would be difficult, and challenges would arise. Like any other college-aged rising professional, I have always assumed these problems will be swept aside with my cunning and deft problem solving ability. Then I came to my current problem.
My work for the Associated Press begins tomorrow in downtown St. Paul, and I could not be more excited. However, one thing has me a bit worried: I have no idea how to get inside the convention.
I don’t think, judging by the assumed presence of well-dressed armed guards sporting intimidating sunglasses, they will let me waltz to the front door and mosey on to my destination. I don’t even have a credential.
Never fear–I am armed with phone numbers and names of people that should allow access. Basically a glorified open sesame. Should be an interesting morning.
