Life in “The White Hot Center of the Universe”
January 6, 2008
When things started to pick up before the debates on Saturday afternoon, I knew it was going to be an exciting evening. The energy on campus was high and everyone in a few mile radius could feel it. As one reporter told me yesterday, “We are the white-hot center of the universe tonight—and you’re in the middle of it.”
That sentiment certainly echoed true throughout the night. With days of preparation behind me, the moment was finally here. Streams of journalists filed past me to pick up their credentials: everyone from prominent The New York Times reporters, to the managing editor of People magazine, to Japanese public television correspondents. All of them were excited to see not only what the debates held in store, but this whole election. And as someone with a large appreciation for popular culture—it was beyond memorable that I met people who I watch on TV every morning, and people who write for the magazines that I read religiously every week.
Things reached a fever pitch during the time in the spin room. Journalists rushed from the Media Filing Center in Carr Center to the spin room in Stoutenburgh Gymnasium. All eyes were eager with anticipation and all cameras were pointed and ready to click at who would walk through the door ready to “spin” their candidate. You could tell the instant that someone walked in because the cameras and journalists would form an imposing swarm around the person and the cameras would start flashing. Republican candidate Ron Paul’s arrival into the spin room caused an uproar, as did Elizabeth Edwards and Mass. Governor Deval Patrick.
Even though the energy surrounding this event is starting to die down, the fervor for this historic election is still going on. I was asked yesterday by a reporter why I was interested in what was going on if I wasn’t a politics major. I responded that this is an important election for everyone because of the big issues on the table. But more than that, this election is truly history in the making. And as a history major, being even a small piece of that is all that I could ask for. And all of the other people I met and things I experienced was just icing on an already very sweet cake.