I thought I would share this story with everyone to hopefully aliviate any anxiety people have before interviewing, because things could always be worse. I had the opportunity to interview at ICO yesturday. I took advantage of staying in the Resident Complex, mostly because it was free, but I was able to meet a few students so that was cool. After eating dinner and watching a little TV I decided to try to get to bed early to be rested for the day ahead. We had to be at the admissions office at 9am, so I figured by getting up by 7:30 I should have sufficient time to get dressed, eat, etc. So, for those of you that haven't been to the ICO dorms let me fill you in. They are suite style, meaning there is a hallway as you enter with three doors, one bathroom and two bedrooms. Each of the doors require a key to get in (main door and bedrooms). I kinda think this is a bit overkill, but my opinion is a bit biased as you will soon see. The morning of the interview I woke up on time, a bit groggy, I grabbed my bathkit and hopped in the shower. After standing in the dorm shower for five minutes or so I begin to remember the stories of people getting nasty foot fuguses because of not wearing sandels. I look down at my bare feet and I quickly decide that I am clean enough, and jump out. At that moment I realize I have no towel . Sopping wet I search the bathroom, but all I can find is toliet paper. After contemplating how much toliet paper it would take to dry myself, I opt for using one of my t-shirts. I am not sure what the "t" in t-shirt stands for but I can vouch that it isn't towel. After doing my best to dry off with my makeshift towel, I put on my pajama bottoms and went back to the bathroom to continue to get ready for the interview. Feeling a bit like McGyver, I admit I was proud of myself for my quick thinking. After avioding cutting myself while shaving and drowning while brushing my teeth I left the bathroom to go get dressed. I turned the doornob of the bedroom. Nothing happens. I turn it the other direction. Nothing happens. I had locked myself out of my room half naked . As my heart sank into a pool of embarassment I thought, "what would McGyver do"? I remembered that there was a phone in the lounge. It was early enough in the morning so no one should be up. I could just run down to the lounge, call security, and run back to the room. Perfect! O Contrair. Seems as though everyone had a test that morning. I weaved my way through sleep deprived 1st years to get to the lounge , called security, and sheepishly explained my situation. "I'll be right over", he said. I tried to sneak back to my room as inconspiculously as a half naked boy can. I got back to find insult added to injury, I was now locked out of the whole suite. I tried to blend into the wallpaper as I waited for security to arrive . At least I gave everyone going class that morning something to talk about. When the security arrived, he tried to tell me that this happens all the time. I smiled, dissappeared back into my room, and cursed the keys staring at me from the desk. Although I wouldn't want to go through it again I guess everything happens for a reason. To my surprise the rest of the day went rather smooth. So remember, even though the interview process feels horrible at the time, things could always be worse.