Opinion writing assignment: Go to the Houston Chronicle on Tuesday to meet with the editorial board. Simple enough, right? Maybe not so much. Here is my chronicle adventure of the Houston Chronicle.
My adventure starts at work when my boss decided that he wanted statistical information about research. I realized that it was 1:30 p.m. and I had to get to the class before the convoy left for the Chronicle.
I got there at 2:10 and found the class gone. So off I went to the Chronicle on my own and had gotten terribly lost. I found myself on St. Joseph’s Parkway and decided to pull over and call someone.
Now, I had no cell phone numbers for any members in the class, nor did I have a number to reach Assistant Professor Berryhill. So, I did the best possible thing I could, I called the Houston Chronicle.
“Houston Chronicle, may I help you?” came the reply.
“Yes, I am part of the class that is meeting with the editorial board today, and I am lost. Can you tell me where you are?” I ask.
“Yes, we are on the corner of Milam and Travis,” came the answer.
“Can you tell me how to get there from St. Joseph’s Parkway?” I ask again.
“No, I don’t know where that is, sorry.” And she hangs up.
Okay, looks like I am on my own. I am about 15 minutes late if I get there now, but I don’t know where ‘there’ is. I drive down several streets to find Milam or Travis. I see the skyline district, I go into the museum district and even go past the theater district. I am everywhere but where I am supposed to be.
Now, I understand that there are many different ways to go from one part of the town to the other, but when I worked for Family Vision Center I had to know how to get a patient from where they were to where they needed to be.
The help desk needs to be a true help desk. I understand direction very well and can read signs, so if she just how to get me from St. Joseph’s Parkway to where I needed to be I could have made the meeting.
