Day
3 The morning began with a strong feeling of anxiety. Unlike the previous
mornings when people were in rather good spirits, faces where hidden
under a thick layer of concern, because this day was the day when
we would find out the winners of the contest. With a cold shudder
from the brisk Italian morning air and a strong smack from the founder
of HarlemLive (Richard Calton), I was up.
It was a long
cumbersome walk into the bathroom, a shower and some toothpaste
would do right, and at least I thought it would, but much to my
dismay it did not.
Still
suffering from extreme jet lag, everyone somehow was able to drag
themselves downstairs to try and swallow some of the breakfast that
was prepared for us. Dried up bread and flaky croissants was on the
menu for the morning once again. After about a half an hour we were
out the door and headed for the first leg of what was to be along
and tiring day.
It
started out quiet at the conference. We had enough time to set everything
up before the expected rush of students was to commence. Melvin Johnson,
Jianna Caines, and Nicole Farrow where decked out in their finest
cloths, they were to present to judges HarlemLive. The night before
had been spent in much preparation for the presentation. Oscar Peralta
spent many hours preparing a Power Point presentation as well; the
outcome was worthy of an award. They all worked very hard for their
applause.
Back
at the other end of the complex, Enita Okodiko, Oba Mcknight, and
I were overwhelmed with swarms of people wanting to know about HarlemLive.
People of all age groups, shapes and sizes including the Mayor of
Rome, Francesco Rutelli flocked to our booth bombarding us all with
questions about who we were and where we come from. It was great,
but after two hours it got a little tiring, we were all ready to get
some rest.
At
6:00 PM we were rushed back to our hotel the Porta Maggiore for a
quick change. A half an hour later we where back out the door and
in another bus headed to Rome's city hall. Nothing but suits and black
dresses exited the hotel; HarlemLive in all its fame and glory was
"dress to the 9's" and represented to it's fullest.
That
evening while sitting in Sala del Consiglio (room of the Prime Minister)
of the Campidoglio of Rome was filled with great anticipation. We
were inside the Senator's Palace built during the middle ages now
the office of the Mayor of Rome.
After
an hour of speeches in Italian they were ready to announce the winners
and regrettably HarlemLive was not one of them. Some of us took it
pretty hard the rest of us were trying to comfort the ones who were
upset by reflecting on the fact that we had the wonderful chance to
take a trip to Roma.
That night some of us went to dinner and some of us went to bed, but
it was all on a good note, that we as Journalists, Web designers,
Photographers, Cartoonists, Editors, colleagues and friends, are the
best and we will remain the best as long as we continue to do what
we do!