
Since my school is still trying to figure out how to do business cards for us and I tend to meet a lot of people who ask, “Do you have a card?” I tried to capture the weirdness of my being with this thing that I’ll be passing out at the National College Media Convention this week.
This week will be sparse on the blog, as I’m traveling to Kansas City to take part in the 2026 Fall National College Media Convention. I’ve always loved this event and I’m thrilled to be doing a few sessions and some newspaper critiques for the students there.
Thanks to the folks who run this amazing thing, I’ve gotten to meet thousands of students, work with hundreds of amazing advisers and come face to face with legends of the media world.
(I also once had to track down a student who hooked up with a firefighter in another state and couldn’t be found until literally three hours before our flight home, so not every experience was sunshine and rainbows…)
In honor of the “prediction markets” and other forms of selective wagering that seems to be in fashion today, please allow me to add some odds for some convention-oriented experiences:
5-1: Odds my first flight is late while my connecting flight is early.
8-1: Odds the first question in any of my sessions will start with “This isn’t a question, but more of a comment…”
3-1: Odds of people saying, “The conference app doesn’t work!”
382,481-1: Odds the app really doesn’t work.
3-1: Odds some insane breaking news thing happens back home while everyone, except Jimmy the Freshman and “that rando who only does indie movie reviews,” is at the convention.
1-8: Odds of students trying to get advisers to drink with them.
6-1: Odds advisers will acquiesce only to regret it later.
15-1: Ratio of students attending sessions after 9 a.m. compared to those attending sessions at 9 a.m.
80-1: Odds your “bulletproof” fake ID will work in the hotel bar.
5-1: At least half the people attending any of my sessions will be confused by my random “Filak-isms.”
2-1: Odds of staffers coming home with “amazingly cool new ideas” that their advisers have been suggesting for the past five years.
Even Money: Odds of the convention consuming more booze than Wisconsinites during the Brewers World Series run.
20-1: Odds all the homework students brought to “do it on the plane” or “do after the sessions are done” actually gets done.
Let’s set some Over/Under bets as well:
7: Average number of students sleeping in a standard double-occupancy room.
8: Fire alarms going off at the hotel.
1: Actual fire that happened.
142: Staff manuals adding “No incense-burning on overnight trips” to the list of convention do’s and don’t’s.
27: Number of jaunty hats seen.
19: Metric tons of BBQ consumed by attendees.
1,349: Number of staff T-shirts featuring double entendres like, “We put out twice a week” or “We do it digitally.”
114: Number of relationships launched.
211: Number of breakups occurring.
11: Number of ill-advised adviser karaoke sessions, all of which will be set to “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey.
83,282,012: Number of “The wi-fi here sucks” complaints.
83,282,013: Number of “We never even used to get wi-fi in the hotel” responses issued by people my age and older.
53: Number of times I will have to apologize for telling stories that include dead bodies and drug dealers.
812: Number of students attempting to hook up with a staffer from another college media outlet.
811: Number of students lying about “totally scoring” last night.
6: Number of students in each of my 20-student classes who will email me to ask if we have class on Wednesday, despite me telling them 12 times, listing it in the syllabus, sending 15 reminders through Canvas and me writing it on the whiteboard in front of my office.
Looking forward to seeing you all there and may the odds be ever in your favor…
Vince (a.k.a. The Doctor of Paper)


















