Part 1 of more than 1
Yes, I know it’s been quite some time since my last post but good news is I now have plenty to say! So much that I am breaking all the exciting happenings into separate installments. I also wouldn’t want to have anybody read as many words in one sitting as I intend to write (and I, of course, do not want to write all those words in one sitting).
So, football. For those who know me well (or not even that well), you know that I am not one to attend large social events of my own volition. And, for this reason, many people have made me promise to go to a home game. Well, last weekend, I did go to a football game…technically.
Let me explain. See, I didn’t buy season tickets and was too lazy to one of the various, popular methods of otherwise obtaining a ticket. Then opportunity struck! Actually, it struck pretty early on, but as with most of the time I am awake, I was not paying attention. Remember back to the end of September when I posted about stadium clean-up and was complaining about how much waste there was? Well, a relative who works for the university to this professor who is in charge of this sustainability program called “Zero-Waste Ambassadors.” He told my relative that I could be part of the program. This basically meant that I would be in the suites during the football games helping people put their waste in the right bins at the waste station (which is trash cans designated for different things all lined up in a row and labeled). My relative sent me what the professor had said, but I skipped over the word suite so I was picturing myself standing on the concourse, yelling at all the rowdy fans the throw their trash away while also trying not to get run over at half-time. With this image in my head, the job didn’t sound all that appealing.
However, more recently, it was explained to me that I would be working in the suites. As in, the President’s Box (and the other rooms) telling fancy people in which bins to put what trash. So that’s how I got into a football game for free.
Now on to the experience:
I walked down the road toward Beaver Stadium, along with rest of the football-goers. The only difference was, I had to wear nice clothes. Small digression: The nice pants I bought (since I don’t own nice pants) are actually supposed to be capri-length, but I’m short enough that they fit like pants on me. Anyway, I walked past the sea of RVs and headed to the suites entrance. Actually, that part wasn’t so exciting so I won’t go in to detail about it.
The suites are a completely different world from the rowdy crowd below. These people are classy. There are TVs everywhere showing the game live, and through the station and probably in other formats but I don’t know that much about football. I mostly watched the game on the televisions, but I got some peeks from the floor to ceiling windows.
Being a “Zero-Waste Ambassador” actually turned out to be not a bad gig. I thought that people would find it insulting for us to think they needed help sorting their trash out, but it turns out, it’s pretty confusing for most people to figure out where there trash needed to go. That’s not really their fault though. It seems self-explanatory. Each bin even has little pictures of what can go in each bin, along with a short description, but it’s still confusing. Especially when it comes to the utensils. The eating ware used in the suites is all biodegradable. The cups, straws, plates, and forks are all made of material that will eventually decompose. It makes sense that plates could be compostable, but the forks and spoons trip people up. They look and feel like plastic, but are actually corn-based, so they are compostable (pretty nifty, I think). Some people just don’t get that though, even after you tell them it is compostable. They put it in the plastics bin anyway and I have to fish it out. I don’t know why they can’t have a bigger sign that say “the silverware is compostable,” but apparently that is easier said than done. I honestly don’t know how much impact I and the other trash ambassadors have in reducing waste because remember, the amount of waste generated in the suites (while quite a lot) is incomparable with what the masses generate:
It’s unfortunate that it is so difficult to implement recycling programs, or make it easier for people to recycle.
When the game was over, it was funny to watch the streams of people flowing out of the stadium. They looked like ants and it was funny so I took a picture.