The Washburn Review Online was nominated for a Pacemaker, so although it pained me to do so, I agreed to do a little cross-country travel to Louisville, Ky.
To fill in a bit of back story, the Pacemaker is a very coveted award that is given to the college publication that is the best in its class. Just being nominated means that our website is in the top two percent in the nation.
So I spoke to my teachers and apologized my way out of Thursday’s classes. The past few weeks I’ve been obsessing about all the things I’m going to have to do during the conference, beside the actual conference activities, I have to do my homework, keep up with the Review, and prep for the Halloween activities that I promised my sister I would do with her kids. Then 9.5 hours of Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning were spent travelling on Interstate-70. That stunk. So today was pretty much wasted because I slept until almost 3 p.m. (in Kansas it was only 2 p.m., jet lag is ridiculous).
Nonetheless, I was convinced that today would be hyper-productive. What I didn’t count on was the fact that, without a general schedule of class and work, I am an incredibly lazy human being. I stretched, hung out in the lobby, walked around a room where there were tons of media people hocking their wares (at this one booth, I got these blinky glasses that seriously almost gave me a seizure. Tomorrow I’m getting another pair so I can give them to my niece and nephew. My sister is going to kill me). What I didn’t do was homework, or work, or really anything that counts as being really productive at all.
Brian Dulle, the videographer who came, is enrolled in a week-long videography program that he is psyched to tell everyone about when he gets back. I am having trouble telling myself that, without classes to attend, I will still get up and go to sessions that start at 9 a.m. (8 p.m. in Kansas, I think I’ll be claiming that I’m still jet-lagged).
No matter what, I think I’ll fit right in- the Kentucky Derby-winning jockeys whose hand prints are in concrete outside of my hotel were about my size. And although the horse patterns on everything initially creeped me out, I think I could get used to it.