Don’t feel sorry for me.
When I told people I wasn’t going to Sochi to cover the 2014 Olympic Games, they responded with sympathy.
“Ohhh, I’m sorry,” they’d say.
Sorry for what, exactly?
Sure, it’s a great experience for those getting on the plane and traveling 24 hours to what boils down to a whole new world (Aladdin reference notwithstanding).
They’ll get to talk to locals, interview Olympic athletes and drink Russian vodka.
They’ll be able to write incredible feature stories from a cruise ship on the coast of the Black Sea every day.
But I’m OK. I’ll have a lot of chances to write some cool stories from here. There will be watching parties around Muncie and Indianapolis I’ll go to. I’ll talk to some superfans who couldn’t make the trip for this one.
When I told my family about the possibility of going to Sochi, my dad became worried about terrorism from nearby Syria. My mom became worried about people taking information from my phone.
The cost of the trip and the risk of danger ended up being the catalyst for me staying in Muncie for the Games.
At first, yes, I was bummed. I did want to go on new experiences and see new things. However, I quickly remembered all the other incredible things I’ve been able to do in my time at Ball State.
I’ve traveled all over the country to cover Ball State athletic events. And I did get a pretty cool Olympic experience already. I went to Park City, Utah, to interview athletes and cover press conferences.
I’m excited to be able to watch the Olympic Games on TV and know that some of my best friends and colleagues are there, in Sochi. I can take solace in the fact that some of the best student journalists are on the job in Russia, even if I’m not.
So don’t be sorry; I’m OK.