By Adam Baker

The other weekend, I did something I’d never done before. In spirit of the old college try, I went to a psychic.After interviewing a new-to-town, real-life psychic for a Progress story, a colleague decided it would be fun for a bunch of us to go.

I’ve always been a skeptic – of everything, frankly. I guess that’s why I’m a journalist. I really never believe anything.

Santa Claus seemed like a joke to me very early in my childhood, I caught my mom playing Tooth Fairy after my second lost tooth, and a giant man-bunny gave me the creeps around Easter time. And, yes, I was the kid who told all you believers the truth. Sorry guys.

Magic shows make me mad. The best thing I’ve ever seen on television is the show where the “masked magician” reveals all the secrets behind the illusions. That man helped relieve a lot of stress from my life. Finally, I could figure things out. I owe a lot to that masked-truth-teller. Thanks, man.

So the idea of me going to a psychic was interesting. I’ve always had the attitude that nobody can tell me the future because that’s up to me.

My skepticism mixed with my sick obsession of needing to be in control – especially of my own life and future – was not a healthy combination for my visit. But I thought I would give it a try anyway.

We show up to the woman’s house with a pretty big group, probably enough to pay her rent for the month. I was third – I decided early on I wouldn’t be first or last.

When I went in, she told me to sit across from her. The room was plain with only a coffee table in between us. It really looked no different from any other room – no “Love Potion No. 9” bottles, voodoo dolls or shrunken heads.

I stretched out my palm, and she began to tell me my future. I tried to be vague in my answers to any questions she had and kept my face blank so no body language would influence her.

To my surprise, I was pleased with the session. Some of it was vague, but some was very specific. I felt good afterward.

I’ll live a long time and my death will be peaceful. She got brownie points there. I’ll be very successful and wealthy – even more points there.

She told me I wanted to live in New York, but said it wouldn’t be Manhattan. She was right; I’ve always wanted to end up in New York – but then again, so do a lot of college students.

She told me a lot. Almost so much I couldn’t possibly remember it all. After I left her and tried to tell my friends everything she said, it all seemed like a blur. I left overloaded with predictions. The skeptic in me wondered if that was a tactic.

I would like to say there was a huge twist and that her powers changed my beliefs forever, but really they didn’t. It was a fun and exciting experience.

I still think about some of the things she said. I catch myself running into questions and wondering if the psychic could tell me. I’ll have to block her number from my phone, or I may run up my bill.

I recommend everyone try it. Even a skeptic like me can have fun, and who knows, you may find out something you never knew about yourself.

*Adam is a junior broadcast news major from Hancock County. He is editor of The Progress.