Getting Back on Track

As my Uber from Logan Airport on Sunday reached the all too familiar Emerson campus, I felt disappointed that we weren’t in Miami any longer; I was also relieved to be back. Although I did my best to keep up with my work on the trip, I still had things to finish before class on Monday. It was a bit of a weather shock when I stepped out of the car, having gone from 80 degrees, sunny and humid down to 40 degrees and cloudy. I was also sad to part ways with other students on the trip, but excited to see the friends I hadn’t in a week.

Having to unpack and get my priorities straightened out when I got back to my dorm cemented the end of the trip for me. Back to reality! I snapped back into my school headspace and got everything ready for class. After I did aundry and ate dinner, I went to bed early. The rest was well deserved as I had gotten up at 5:45 that morning for the flight. Although I miss the sunshine and excitement of the trip, I’m glad to be back. 

The Last Two Days

For me, each day this week went by extremely slow and the last two days flew right past me. All in all, I had a great week, despite the bumps in the road. I’m okay with not every single day going perfectly. It was a really great experience and I’m so glad I went. As we left the convention center on Saturday, I couldn’t help but feel sentimental. For seven days, I spent most of my time at the convention center and I didn’t know when or if I would ever be back.

On the drive home, I looked out the window at the same view I’d seen twice a day and thought about how sad I’d be when I returned to school on Monday. Although, our driver, Winston, made that last ride all the more memorable. His energy and positive attitude was a great way to start and end our days. At one point during the drive, Winston had the whole bus singing Bob Marley’s, “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” and it was a feeling that definitely can’t be replicated. One of the last things he said that night was, “That’s what life is supposed to be… spreading joy.” I think that was a great way to end the week.

Sometimes You Have to Pick Yourself Up

Today was a really low energy day for me. Sometimes it felt like no matter how many cups of coffee I drank, my motivation still wasn’t there. I felt a bit drained mentally and physically. I’ll be honest, the long days are something I am not used to, but I’m doing my best to stay energized and social. I don’t know what it is about getting into this mood, but I can never seem to pull myself out of it. But when this happens, I know I need to take a step back and put things into perspective. 

I’m here having this incredible experience, living this amazing week that not many people I know have done. I’m surrounded by really cool people and we work together at the biggest sporting event in the country. How awesome is that? When I get into these moods, when I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, I just remind myself where I am and what I’m doing and suddenly everything becomes more clear. I really am so grateful for this experience and everyone has bad days. Sometimes when you fall, you just have to pick yourself back up again. 

Sometimes You Have to Pick Yourself Up

Today was a really low energy day for me. Sometimes it feels like no matter how many cups of coffee I drink, my motivation still isn’t there. Today was one of those days. I feel a bit drained mentally and physically. I’ll be honest, the long days are something I am not used to, but I’m doing my best to stay energized and social. I don’t know what it is about getting into this mood, but I can never seem to pull myself out of it. But when this happens, I know I need to take a step back and put things into perspective. 

I’m here having this incredible experience, living this amazing week that not many people I know have done. I’m surrounded by really cool people and we work together at the biggest sporting event in the country. How awesome is that? When I get into these moods, when I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, I just remind myself where I am and what I’m doing and suddenly everything becomes more clear. I really am so grateful for this experience and everyone has bad days. Sometimes when you fall, you just have to pick yourself back up again. 

When You Don’t Know What to Write About

Writing these blogs allows us to dissect our day and reflect on what exactly occurred. When we live in real-time, it’s easy to get lost in the moment and feel like nothing really significant happens to you. But writing the blogs gives us a chance to think about it and get all of our thoughts out on paper. Although, tonight, for example, I feel a bit creatively blocked. Tonight, I am really grasping at straws at what to write about. My day was all well and good, no extremely significant events. What now? What’s the lesson I’m supposed to get out of today?

Well, maybe that is the lesson (so cheesy, I know). Maybe not every day is going to be an extraordinary experience. Maybe not every day is going to stand out in my memory for the rest of time. Maybe it’s the little things we should start remembering. Today, I got up, ate breakfast, and interviewed one of the other students for a video I’m working on. I worked at the NFL Transportation booth, but I got a chance to have a nice interaction with one of the women whom works in the office. All in all, I had a good day and even though my life wasn’t completely changed, I’m okay with that.  

Sleep and I Have a Complicated Relationship

Today was my first morning shift off from working. The past few days, I woke up around 6 a.m. to be ready for breakfast at 7:00 and then straight to the convention center. Today, I slept two hours later than usual and it was the best thing ever. I feel like I can sleep forever and back in Boston, I sometimes do. Having such a strict schedule on this trip really reinforces mine and sleep’s relationship. I usually wake up just before class or my job in Boston, but here, I have to make sure I fully awake and ready for the day. How I’m doing that, I have no idea. It’s a rare occurrence for me.

Although, I know there are positives in waking up early. For example, I’ve seen the sunrise every day this week. If getting up early means more sunrises and funny sleep-deprived conversations with everyone at breakfast, then count me in. Thinking about this experience as a whole, I’m getting to know a lot of my peers, which is something really cool. I’m usually hesitant when it comes to meeting new people, but I’ve been having a great time. Not to mention the experience itself. I’m so grateful to be here and even though we’ve had a few bumps in the road, I think that’s only adding to everything we’re learning. Think of all the things you can do if you just woke up.

If Someone Punched You in the Face, How Would You React?

Before coming on this trip, Dr. Scott warned us about having to “roll with the punches.” This phrase wasn’t something I completely understood until today. Yesterday, Dr. Scott informed the group that we would no longer work in the place we originally planned; we would assist in the various press conferences happening throughout the remainder of the week. I was really excited to get a little bit of insight into public relations events such as that one.

This morning we got our assignments; half of our group would help set up the conference and the rest of us would escort the speakers to the green room. As we prepared to meet our designated person, about five minutes before the press conference, a superior informed us that the speakers were already in the room. Meaning we had to run to the press conference. This travel required eight bright teal shirts to sprint a half a mile to the other side of the convention center. Running is far from being one of my strengths, but we managed to arrive right on time. It was really cool to see the behind the scenes of a press conference and to see what happens off the screen, so I enjoyed that. 

The rest of the day went on like this, just rolling with the punches. I can imagine that a job in public relations is constant punches and adapting to what everyone throws at you. I think being able to take a punch, like the one we did today, is a great skill to have in PR. I don’t think I have it just yet, but I’m working on it.

The Super Bowl is Just One Big Machine

Today was my first day on the job and I wasn’t that nervous, which surprised me. First, we picked up our credentials which was a fun task in itself. Then, Dr. Scott gave us a tour of the convention center and it amazed me to see all the work put into this weeklong event. There were so many people in uniform: staff, security, volunteers and us Emerson students. As the morning wore on, the hustle and bustle inside the convention center grew as more people started to arrive. It’s not until you really see the behind the scenes of an event that you realize all of the hard work being put into it. 

Soon, we were off to our assigned tasks. I spent both of my shifts working in the Social Media Command Center monitoring Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. It was nice meeting all of the other people I worked with for the day, plus they had snacks, so I knew a good day was ahead. As we sifted through the volumes of Tweets and Facebook posts, I started to feel like mine was such a menial task. I didn’t realize the importance of my actions until I replied to a Tweet with a photo that was posted by someone who attended the NFL Experience. It was just a simple, “Great photo! Glad you had a good time,” but that reminded me how crucial my part really was.

In the SMCC, we directly reached out to fans and interacted with real people. I know what it feels like to be on the other end of a Tweet and feel special when an official account likes your post. In the end, even the smallest of jobs are important. The Super Bowl is just one big machine and every part has a purpose. 

The Longest Day of My Life

My day started at 4:45 a.m. on January 25, 2020. I was about to embark on one of the most exciting opportunities, probably in my entire life. But first, I had several obstacles to endure and overcome. Around 5:20 a.m., getting only four hours of sleep, I met with two other students to Uber to the airport. It was the earliest I woke up in a long time, I’m not the best morning person. The Uber driver actually had the wrong pick-up spot, so we searched the dead streets of Boston to find him. 

Going through security and boarding the plane are cloudy memories for me. By this point, I felt like I was awake for days; I could barely keep my eyes open. But, as soon as I shut my eyes to sleep, the baby sitting behind me started crying. How great was that? Then, when trying to take a sip from my water bottle, water spurted out of the straw directly into my face and on my clothes! So for the rest of that flight, I was soaked in water and I really couldn’t do anything about it. It made me feel better, though, that I wasn’t the only person this happened to.

After we arrived in Charlotte, North Carolina for the layover, we had a delay in getting off the plane. Then we waited to board our flight to Miami. After we landed, it took twenty minutes for the shuttle to arrive. But overall, the waiting and exhaustion was so worth it because it felt that much better when we finally arrived. Tomorrow we have our first shift and I couldn’t be more excited! Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. 

The Hunt for Pants

Preparing for a trip is always an exciting, yet also nerve-wracking experience. On one hand, you’re super excited to go on the actual trip, but you have to make sure you have everything you need. For me, that means buying some nice pants to wear with my uniform. Mind you, I am extremely picky when it comes to buying clothes, so I knew buying pants would be an ordeal. To have some moral support, I dragged my mom with me to three different stores.

First, we had to stop at Dunkin’ Donuts. We needed coffee for the journey ahead, and there is at least one Dunkin’ Donuts on every block in New England. We went to Gap and Target with no luck. The pants were just not the right texture. My mom thinks I am crazy for saying that, but my pants needed to be a particular type of Khaki. When I make up my mind, I do not stop until I find what I am looking for. 

After a few hours of searching, we made our way to Kohl’s. For some reason, all the women’s dress pants are a strange stretchy material. I decided to check the men’s section just in case (I have a history of liking men’s pants more than women’s). I tried on several pairs to find the correct size, and eventually, I did. Thank god for that because my mom was at her wit’s end with me. We checked out, got the pants tailored and now they are ready to wear! It was a difficult experience, but I am glad we found the right pants. I can finally sleep again.