Two weeks and 1,000 panic attacks to go

Tick tock, tick tock.

Two weeks. We are leaving the country for the biggest adventure of our young lives… in just two weeks. WHAT???

Don’t get me wrong—it’s not like I’m not thrilled to be doing this. But I’m still just a student in college who wants nothing more than to go crying to my mommy every time I start freaking out and forget how to breathe. Sue me; I’m dramatic. Sadly, my mom won’t be in Sochi.

Going to a foreign country is scary enough in its own right, but knowing that I’ll also be surrounded by professional, veteran journalists and a majority of people who don’t speak English is enough to make me hyperventilate. TWO WEEKS!

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In the midst of my freak-out, all I can think to do is throw myself into researching, writing, and writing up a VERY intricate packing plan, all while fighting with myself to not call my mom crying hysterically. I’m working on one blog and one story or charticle per week, research on Russian and world culture, and an in-depth piece on the popularity and success of U.S. speedskating, for which I still only have one source. All these stories and projects need to be finished before we leave Feb. 5.

Two. Weeks.

Besides all that, I’m still a student. I still have other classes with additional workloads before and during the trip. That’s right—I have homework to do while I’m covering the Olympics. “Oh, sorry, Shani Davis, I can’t watch you train tonight. I have homework to do.”

I promise I’m grateful. I really, really am. This whole journey has been the most stressful, exciting, terrifying, crazy, wonderful time in my life so far. I still don’t know how to handle it all! Sometimes I still feel like I’m dreaming and that one day I’m going to wake up and realize I’m still a “normal” journalism student at Ball State.

I was especially terrified that I was dreaming last weekend. My dad sent me a text that said “saw your story on WTHR website, congrats!” …….What?! I hadn’t seen it yet, so of course I looked it up and there it was! Five minutes later, it was plastered all over my social media sites, and I sent a mass text to half of my sorority. I was waiting to wake up from the dream. Then I remembered…

Two weeks.

And I started hyperventilating and went back to writing again. I can’t wait to get to Sochi, but I also really hope these two weeks pass slowly enough for me to finish everything that needs to be done before boarding that plane!

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