The alarm on my phone goes off right in the middle of my dream. I turn it off and check the time: 6:15 in the morning. Time to get up and get ready for weightlifting. I have to go to weights early in the morning because I cannot go in the afternoon due to my class schedule. That's the second challenge I now face, getting out of bed. I start calculating in my head the latest I can leave to get to lifting so I can stay in bed a little longer. Eventually I muster the strength to move my feet onto the cold dorm room floor. Now I have to get ready in the dark so I don't wake up my roommate. I have to use my flashlight on the phone to create some sort of light. It doesn't help that the sun hasn't risen yet.

By 6:30, I am out the door walking to the weight room. I should get there in five minutes. My stomach starts growling because I didn't have time to eat anything. I show up for lifting and weigh myself to make sure I am staying at the right weight and not getting too fat. From 7-8, me and a couple of other teammates work our tails off getting faster and stronger. By the time we are done, our shirts are drenched in sweat. Finally it is time to go eat breakfast.

I get my usual scrambled eggs and biscuts with chocholate milk to drink. I sit and talk with the guys on the team so my body can relax a little from the intense workout. At around 8:30, I head back to my dorm to shower and get ready for my first class. From 9:25-12:10, I am in the exact classroom for two classes. Once I get lunch after these classes, I get a little bit of down time to look up videos on YouTube or mess around on Twitter. That fun usually ends in about five minutes once I think about the homework I have to do for tomorrow.

I go to the library around 1 o'clock to do some extra studying. I have three papers due by the end of the week and I was just given the assignments yesterday. Struggling to find inspiration for what to write, I realize I have ten minutes to get to class. My 2 o' clock class starts late as usual so I had nothing to worry.

I try to keep my eyes open so that I do not miss out on the lesson but the day is starting to catch up with me. Class is finally over and now I go to the field for practice. I have to change in my car since I come straight from class. The guys are already playing catch when I arrive. I sprint to the field with all my equipment in hand. Thankfully coach understands that I had class so I don't have to run after practice for being late.

After three hours of working on my fielding, hitting, and throwing, practice ends and we can go get dinner at the dining hall. But before we go, coach says that we have study hall at 7:30. After we eat dinner, we go back to the library to work on homework until 9 o'clock.

I get to work on my papers that are due trying to ignore the distractions of some people goofing around. Once study hall concludes, I am almost done with one paper and only have to worry about the other two. I get to the dorm and take a shower since I couldn't after dinner. I get to relax in my bed now watching Netflix until my parents call to ask about my day. The guys in my hallway are being loud again so I close the door so I can hear myself think.

I think to myself, "I hate how I have so little free time to myself with school and baseball. But I am one of the few kids in the world who get to play the sport they love at the college level. I am very lucky to be where I am today. It is true that my life mostly revolves around baseball but you can't help but love the cards you have been dealt. Days like today, I wouldn't want it any other way."