First Person

'Ask' and ye shall receive: 2012 APC Conference delivers on its promise

This is a placeholder. This column will discuss my experience with this year's APC conference and will feature quotes from journalists who ran it, attended it or chose not to attend it.

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First Person: Going Bananas

Editor's note: In this second installment, Tim Edsell recounts the swimming team parent's quest for something to do with a bus full of restless kids when the meet schedule is upended hundreds of miles from home.

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Swimmers take your mark…BLEEP!

Day Two of the Banana Swim Meet started as scheduled at 9 a.m.

Of course I’d been up since 7 Saturday morning, the alarm clock thankfully marking the end to a long and restless night sleeping on the floor in room 204 of Valdez High School.  This wasn’t my first time on the merry-go-round. I had packed an air mattress to cushion the unforgiving cement.  But the result was still aching muscles, sore joints and a headache from tossing and turning all night.

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First Person: Banana Meet Bound

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The gentle hum of the engine purred behind me as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes on this cold winter morning.  Dressed and out the door at 6:25 a.m. was not the way I planned to begin my much-anticipated day off from work.

Twenty-four students mostly in pajamas and sweats and nine adults from the North Pole Aquatic Swim Club piled onto a bus at 7:00 a.m for a marathon ride to the Banana Swim meet.

The experience is not uncommon I guess.  Students all over the country travel to away games and meets to compete with their local peers.  But, here in Alaska, “local peers” takes on a different kind of meaning.  This particular event is being held in Valdez, Alaska; more than 360 miles away, one-way over snow and ice covered roads.

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FIRST PERSON: Cruising in a Stryker taxi

By Faith Minnema

UAF Journalism

FORT GREELY, Alaska-- Wind bit my face. In Interior Alaska, early October means cold weather – if not snow. It wasn't snowing today, but the wind was staggering as I stood in the gunner's hatch of a cruising Stryker armored vehicle.

My eardrums pounded, even with the headset on. Our trip had just begun and my eyes were watering.

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