Even though my day started with a debacle—forgetting both my air-tagged water bottle and my AirPods—my experience at Penn State was far from the chaos that I call my 5 a.m. slump.
After a 3-hour drive on an extremely nice coach bus, I found myself in the middle of Pennsylvania at the Penn State HUB with my fellow peers. With a chunky drawstring bag full of my pages-long Penn State Blue Band research notes, medicine, and homework, I was ready to take on a day competing against top contenders in the state for feature writing.
The first hour consisted of talking with other journalists in the area and chowing down bagels with cream cheese. I found myself seeing the other Panther Press from Saegertown for the first time in two years, even seeing a few familiar faces. Some of them remembered me for my blue hair, which made me incredibly happy. Blue hair still remains a trademark, for sure.
The press conference started shortly after, where we got to listen to three members of the Penn State Blue Band share their experiences over the years. I sat with a shaky leg, super nervous. This was the start of the competition, and even though I had low expectations, I really wanted to win. My phone recorded the entire hour-long conference, and during that time, I quickly jotted down timestamps of memorable words spoken. My mind was racing with different scrambles of ideas, and I was basically running on adrenaline and nerves.
This feeling didn’t stop when all of the competing artists and writers were filed out and upstairs into a room full of tables and seating. In the entire hour we were given to write our stories, I wrote and rewrote grafs, and re-evaluated my angle over and over again. I didn’t have a firm plan for exactly what I was writing until the time was halfway up, and this scared me. You’re not going to win, and that’s okay, I thought to myself in disappointment as my hand flew across the page, working as fast and as diligently as I could.
At the sound of the alarm, marking the end of the hour, I was shaking as I ordered my papers and stuffed them into the yellow manila envelope. Here goes nothing, I thought. I was both stressed and relieved that it was over. It was all up to the judges once again.
After a poke bowl lunch, we all gathered back in the auditorium for journalism trivia and a presentation by Amy Sanders on student press law and rights. Because we were assigned to different groups with journalists from different schools, it was a really interesting hour of bonding and getting to know what other student newspapers, as classes, are like. Our trivia team name was “Tanner Osborn,” which was really funny because it was one of our team members' names, rather than an actual team name (whoops). We were runner-ups too, which made it even more hilarious.
Team Tanner Osborn places second in the trivia contest
My stomach began churning and I became very, very stressed when the awards ceremony began. Matteo and I were recognized for participating in the Pennsylvania Student Journalist of the Year contest, and I was rather dumbfounded when I heard my name called to receive my certificate. The yearbook won a gold critique rating and the newspaper also won All-State (again) for our website and gold for both website and print, which was insanely wonderful. Then, began the announcement of each state winner in each yearbook, newspaper, and lit magazine category.
When the announcer reached my category, I sat with bated breath, heart racing, my feet shaking so badly against the ground. Then, I heard my name, and everything faded away in my mind. My jaw dropped to the ground, and it stayed there as I walked up to the stage to receive my award. I had just won, and this was not an April Fools joke. I was the state champion for feature writing. When I returned from the stage, all smiles, heart soaring, I was hugged and congratulated by everyone. Evie and I had a moment, and I was so happy the Evelyn(n)s got to compete in the same category one last time.
Ice cream at the creamery felt extra sweet after such a surreal championship win. We even saw Jess Farhat and Joe Lister!
I am so incredibly grateful for my adviser (and chaperone) KP, and every fellow PP member, yerd, and Jabberwockian who supported and competed alongside me. It’s been such a great way to end my last year attending the PSPA State Finals.
State Champion, News Feature Writing