By Ashley Napier
As I entered the crowded Student Union meeting room on Tuesday night, I was greeted with what amounted to “controlled chaos,” as one of my professors described it. A large group of volunteers for the Democratic Presidential Debate had gathered for this “required” meeting with the expectation that we would be receiving specific instructions about arrival times, duties, and where and when we would be given our credentials by CNN. What actually happened, however, was nothing of the sort. The representative from CNN never showed up, and the sum of what we learned in this half-hour meeting (it was scheduled for an hour) at nine at night was the following: wear all dark colors; the white polos that we just received two seconds ago couldn’t be worn on Thursday; bring only our ID and car keys; and no cell phones or cameras would be allowed. So really, I sat around for half an hour to get a shirt I didn’t need and to listen to others ask asinine or irrelevant questions. Can you say “waste of time”?
Fast forward to Thursday. My drive to UNLV seemed to foreshadow the lack of organization for the event. There was an accident on the 215, which, as most of you know, meant I crawled through traffic at snail pace for about three exits. When I finally passed Tropicana on Swenson, found it difficult to drive as there were countless supporters for various presidential candidates lining not only the sidewalk, but the street. In fact, they ended up blocking a lane by their mere presence and forced everyone in the far right lane to merge, resulting in me missing the turn into UNLV. Fabulous. After further difficulty with the female parking Nazi of the White Lot, I found a spot and waited for Andrew so we would be able to get lost together. We began our trek across UNLV and found it relatively painless to get our credentials. After encountering a rude fellow who spat when he talked, we were escorted to “the guy at the table” who had the list of all volunteers. Somehow, I was not on the list. I explained that we had volunteered as a class and were supposed to work in the spin room. Following much contemplation, “the guy at the table” said the spin room might need help (gee, maybe because that’s where I was supposed to go anyway) and gave me credentials despite my absence from “the list.” Oh so safe.
Once we had our credentials, we made our way to the spin room. After being directed by a charming young redhead (Derek Schoen for president!) to go through security at the front door, we discovered that people had signs with the names of various political people who would be arriving after the debate to speak with the media. As all the signs were taken, we did not have to be back until 6:15pm. I, along with a handful of classmates, was led by our fearless instructor Mary Hirsch to the Obama Campaign’s U-Haul to smooch free shirts. We listened to the man on the pulpit, got our free shirts and water, and then meandered back to the spin room. Along the way, we stopped to figure out how we would be able to blend into the crowd of Obama supporters and grab candy bars. During this pause, we met a crazy hippie wearing a purple “I’m A Health Care Voter” who apparently hated Nancy Pelosi and Jews. Luckily, our fearless leader had gone to put all of our shirts in her car, since we were not allowed to have those in the spin room. If only she had been with us…
Back in the safety of the spin room, we quickly became restless. I suggested we go to the CNN trucks on the North Field to pass time and grab some swag. Although they were out of shirts, we had an amazing time making way more buttons than any of us will ever be able to wear. After getting all swagged out, we trekked back to the spin room to watch the debates. The TVs were on mute for the walk-ons of the candidates because they shot to the spin room to broadcast two of the CNN correspondents. Once they were finished, we were able to watch the debate with sound. During the debate, several of us were recruited to hand out CNN buttons as people filed out of the Cox Pavilion. Christine and I made our way into the debate hall to see the tail end, then were instructed to go to the doors of the Cox Pavilion to hand out the buttons, thus causing us to miss the infamous last question. So sad.
As we handed out buttons, I ran into one of my professors, but had no time to chat. I then moved to a different set of doors, and as I looked outside, who did I see but Tim Daly of Wings and Private Practice fame? Being a fan of both shows, I decided to say hi. I introduced myself as a fan of his, and we chatted for a few minutes. He was friendly and quite candid. I was also flattered that not only was he polite, but actually asked a little about me: if I was a student, what I was majoring in, and when I was going to graduate. After Christine got a picture of us on her phone, we headed back down to the spin room. Bill Richardson, Joe Biden, and Dennis Kucinich were all there, along with representatives from the other Democratic candidates. It was really quite a thrill to watch their interaction with the press. Christine and I walked around to see who we could see, and gossip with our classmates (some of whom were working as press). I even ran into an old friend who is now working for the RJ. Carrie Washington was also present, though no one I talked to knew who she was supporting. Overall, this was a rewarding experience—from meeting crazy Jew-hating hippies to shmoozing with the new McDreamy (McHealer? McLeave-Addison-and-Make-Me-Into-A-Character-On-The-Show?) to observing the intense media frenzy. No one could who experienced this could have gone in feeling completely apathetic towards politics and leave unchanged.