Not mach, mock. As in no pressure. But Sensei is involved. Everything is pressure!

Enjoy.

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It was a normal day of school. It was nice to be in a normal routine again. Classes, studying, and baseball. Just another day at the office. All of this has been sometime. There was only one thing you were not prepared for. A certain pink haired beauty who doubles for the biggest opponent in front of you. In baseball terminology, you would walk her on four straight pitches intentionally. But this you will have to face head on. The final bell was set and you had to go into this college mock interview. Was this going to be a guide or a harsh criticize? Money says a large amount of criticism and after effects are low self-esteem.

Sensei is in her office and most likely waiting on you to make your impression. And here goes nothing. You knock on her door. 

"Hello?"

"(FN) (LN)."

"You're expected. Do come in." She called.

Here goes. Worst case she gives me a lecture. Best case says I need to improve in certain areas and I write it down and review. Let's go for it. Going fastball. You open the door slowly. Entering and closing the door gently. Then sitting down at the desk in the front of the desk. "Afternoon. I am (FN) (LN)."

"Afternoon. Before we begin I would like to inquire on why you choose to enroll into this university."

"Not only the athletic program, but to put my skills to the test and grind academically." You nodded.

"I see. And just which major were you thinking of enrolling into?"

Think. Think. Wait. That's it. You think you might have found a way out of this. But she has this hard glare. Staring deep into your soul. No matter what you're screwed. Though you have to try something. "Communications."

"What career do you pursue?" Another basic question that she made sound like world politics. 

"Baseball first. Then moving into a job."

"What job? And since when does a sport come first? If you do not pass, you do not play. Simple as that. Would you like to miss out?" Hook, line, and sinker. You are getting reeled in and the chair next to her is a bucket. 

"A goal to be a professional athlete with a backup plan?" Have to cover up well. But hard to when you are already in a bucket. 

"Are you a dedicated backup? Do you plan to study more? Review and prepare in studies as well as workout, stretch, and focus on nutrition? Can you focus enough and have no days off?" She was pouring it on. 

"Yes I can!" You replied. Though you raised your voice. Not good. 

"I see. And what will communications get you?"

"Improve my craft. With teammates and with people. Take something I am good at and master it in the best way I can."

"No rest? Busy schedule. Are you confident?"

"I am." You have to be. Otherwise she will chew you up and spit you straight out. 

"If the backup plan happens immediately what career do you pursue?" That is something maybe you cannot answer. 

"Well-"

"Well is not an answer."

"So-"

"Also not an answer."

"I don't know." *BUZZER* Fail. 

"That's even worse of an answer." Sensei shook her head and got up. Going to your you at your desk. Step one is posture. You have a slight lean in your chair. That's one demerit. Legs are a little too close together. I'll count that as two. Missed one comment as you let it slide away from you. Three. Three bad answers. Six in total. I think you have struck out twice." What a major ego killer. Feeling two feet tall. Heck, two inches tall. 

"Ouch Sensei..."

"The reality of inexperience sits in. Just like your last pitch you cannot get it back. But as in baseball, you learn, improvise, prepare, and prosper. That is what you are capable of and everyone should know that. And remind yourself once in a while. Get it locked into your mindset. With that you can only better yourself. You are working on your strengths and using it wisely. With a sport first I cannot say if it is a good idea or not with your injury. I am not a doctor."

"Neither am I Sensei." You sighed. But in the interview or on the field I have work to do."

Sensei shook her head and moved back to the seat at her desk. "In all honesty you did better than my expectation. Give yourself a plus. But it needs much work."

"Well I'll mow you down next time." Ummm... That the right phrasing? Seriously, phrasing there dude. Miss proper doesn't like that.

"Indecent!" She shouted.

"Woah. Hold on. I meant I'll do better next time around."

She shook her head and held the bridge of her nose. "I'm well aware. Just be careful. Think before speaking. Now please do well in practice and remember to ice. Have a pleasant afternoon."

"Sure thing..." She is beautiful though.

After that one, you had to rest your head and plot about this one. There was a mental scouting report on Mafuyu Kirisu Sensei. Outside being a pain in the ass. Before you met with Coach to throw a few more times, you had to plot around this. I wonder. In all honesty I don't know if I will hold up. It is asking for a lot. I don't have all the best doctors in the world working on me as a million dollar athlete. They have me working as a teenager. Three surgeries and this is my last shot. I have to finish my season and graduate. And if I have one more arm issue I really think its over. How many surgeries and how much pain do I go through before I even get to legal drinking age? I got to think. This interview is just as important as my recovery. Especially for a scholarship. 

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Nasty arm troubles at such a young age. Hard to watch. Though where is the curve?

-Rel