Monday, April 30, 2012

Peace, Love, and Coffee


There wasn’t a minute that went by without the sound of coffee machines and grinders, or the sound of milk becoming frothed. Every time the door opened with a batch of new coffee-holics, it made a creaking sound loud enough to disturb you from your thoughts. This is the type of place you’d spend two minutes in and smell like coffee for the rest of the day. It was a place where people could become lost in time within a deep conversation, a book, or a project. This was Starbucks.

The baristas greeted customers young and old with a smile on their faces and used different punch lines to find out what people wanted to order. While you stand at the counter trying to figure out what to order, a striking picture of the goddess Starbucks demands attention. She received a full section of chalkboard for her face, and what she may be trying to tell you is: “History by the cup. Here’s to you.” Surrounding her are coffees, frappuccinos, cappuccinos, espressos, teas and of course the goodies with all the new specials.  “Try our new raspberry cake pops!” At the far ends of the chalkboards, two metal maroon mermaids appear to be worshipping their goddess, and beckoning for you to do the same, or at least to enjoy the coffee.

Orange tear-drop light fixtures hang above the area where people can pick up their coffee, making the spot difficult to miss.  The rest of the café was loaded with comfortable red and blue armchairs, and circular and rectangular wooden tables with matching chairs. Lined up along the walls are wooden bookcases, but instead of holding books, they held bags of coffee beans decorated in the white and green of the Starbucks label.

Indie music plays quietly in the background, barely audible among the hustle and bustle of people and machine, but just enough to help create a comfortable environment.  Businessmen and students claim the tables with their Macbooks and notes. Adults and teens settle themselves into armchairs with a book or newspaper in one hand, and a cup of steaming coffee in the other. Time seems to become obsolete for the people here. They would talk, read, or work all day in Starbucks if they could.

“And this is the train,” a young woman, maybe 26-years-old, with short brown hair said to her

companion. She was smiling and holding up her iPhone pointing to what was presumably a

picture.

“Oh, yes, that’s beautiful!” said a blonde woman old enough to be her mother.

“It’s not too long though, because it’ll be summer.”

“I’m so excited to see you in it.”

“So you want to save the date?”

“Yes!”

“July 21, and Jim is of course invited, don’t worry,” the brown haired woman put her phone

down, her eyes sparkled, and she was eager to say more.

As the day grew longer, the baristas seemed to be itching for a break. They no longer smiled, and just repeated the same phrase like a robot that has been programmed.
“Hi, what can I get you? Anything else? That’ll be $7 odd. Want your receipt?”

People ran into one another on more than one occasion. In cases where conversations were interrupted the pair seemed displeased to receive a third wheel. Their greetings said, “Pleased to see you,” but their tone said, “Please, go away.”

Winter coats appeared to be something of the past. People wore sweaters, hoodies, or no jacket at all and just short sleeves, and men were sporting button downs. The sole exception was one Asian girl who wore thick blue and pink snowflake stockings with knee-high fur lined leather boots, and to top it off, a gray down-feather winter coat.

Several college students hung out in the front of the café with their Macbooks and netbooks. Not once, but twice these college students got up for more coffee wearing sweat pants, and in some cases looking as if they had just awakened or pulled an all-nighter. Behind them, hanging from the windows were ball-shaped sunflowers. Window stickers went all the way across the store front, which supported the new Blonde coffee blend. The stickers were beige and brown polka dots, and yellow swirly lines.

The young woman speaking of marriage got up and hugged her companion good bye. A different and older woman took her seat. Another deep conversation ensued.

Written: 5 March 2012

Where UAlbany Gets its Spirit


The University at Albany Pep Band took off in January 2004 and has been soaring ever since. Kevin Champagne, the director of symphony band, was approached by the Spirit Committee, which asked him if he’d be interested in making a pep band happen.  He said yes, and the pep band has been growing ever since.

Champagne is in his eighth football season and about to begin his ninth year for basketball. Throughout these years under his leadership, the UAlbany community has embraced the pep band. The band has been involved with not only the music department, but the dance team and cheer team, the athletic department, and sports fans.

The pep band currently has a total of 50 members. Because students and members of the Albany community don’t have to take pep band for credit, the numbers go up and down throughout the year. The band is most popular in the spring semester; since games are indoors, it is a more comfortable environment, and the game is right in front of the band, so it usually draws more musicians, said Champagne.

The fans at the games are no strangers to the pep band either. The crowd will often get involved with the pep band by cheering and chanting with them or start singing to a song that the band plays.


“Not a game goes by where at least a few fans tell us that we sounded good, or that they appreciate us being there. Sometimes they even tell me that they noticed we added a song to our repertoire,” Champagne said.

The UAlbany Dance Team likes to kick it up a notch by involving themselves with the pep band. At the games, the dance team will dance to whatever the band is playing. Damien, the school mascot who dresses up in UAlbany purple and gold is a great dane. He likes to hang out with the band by coming to rehearsals and attempts to play the drums or flute, said Alex Balgobin, an undergraduate student who plays clarinet in pep band. There were even a few occasions during a game when Damien pushed Champagne aside and started directing the band himself.

Some of the biggest events that the pep band plays at are the UAlbany vs. Siena game, the Big Purple Growl, the game at Madison Square Garden, and the Conference Tournament. While these events are all football and basketball, in recent years the pep band has started to play for other athletic teams such as: rugby and women’s basketball.

The rugby and women’s basketball teams came to the pep band asking them to play at their games, and expressed how much they’d appreciate it if the band was there cheering them on. It not only increases their fan base with some live music, but makes the games more fun.

Jeff Brauner, a political science major, plays the trumpet in pep band, and is a proud member.   “Pep band gives me the opportunity to play fun music, exude massive amounts of school pride, and spend an afternoon or evening with people who I enjoy being around. We are there for the fans, we are there for the players, but ultimately we are there for ourselves, and the atmosphere is perfect for that,” he said.

Previous to Champagne, Kirk Smith was the band director. Smith considered creating the pep band, but for a number of reasons it never happened.

Because UAlbany is a large school, the athletic department wanted what other universities had at their games: a marching band.

The athletic department approached the music department about the possibility of creating a marching band. However, athletics did not take into consideration that instruments and uniforms would have to be bought, which is a tremendous expense when starting from scratch, Professor Reed Hoyt, chairman of the music department, said.

It had seemed to students and some faculty that the music department didn’t want the pep band and was not interested in having one. In reality, it was the need for funding that didn’t allow for the creation of the band.

“Kirk drew up a budget that was infeasible in terms of finances, so it went nowhere,” Hoyt said.

In the meantime, two students took it upon themselves to write the university’s fight song. Jonathan Hansen and John Regan were founding members of The Earth Tones, a male choral group on campus. They originally wrote the song for the University Chamber Singers, which premiered it at an event shortly after it was written, said David Griggs-Janower the choral director for UAlbany.

Once Smith heard the finished song he became inspired. The idea of having a pep band or marching band was still in the works, so he began working on the arrangement for the band to play.

“One thing that really stays with me is when the former band director worked constantly to come up with a fight song for UAlbany. He would ask me to listen and asked for my opinion and I really enjoyed being a part of that. When I hear the band play it, it makes me smile and remember those days,” said Coach Patty Palmer of the UAlbany Dance and Cheer teams.

After the fight song was written, Smith transferred to teach at a school in Arizona. He left behind the hopes for a beginning to the pep band to the man who took over for him: Kevin Champagne.

At the second attempt to make the pep band happen, the Spirit Committee took a large role in the creation. They knew having a marching band would be too expensive so they decided to go for the next best thing: a pep band which wouldn't require as much money.

When the band is in need of music or instrument repairs, the athletic department provides the finances. They also provide funding for the annual tournament trips and the trip to Madison Square Garden. As an extra incentive, the department pays students $20 per game as long as they participate and play. 

When asked about why the pep band was successful the second time around, Champagne said that it requires more than just funding. The band needs an enthusiastic band director who can get the students psyched for the games. When the director isn’t excited about the group or the upcoming games, the students are aware of that, and it affects their school spirit. He also said that a pep band director needs to be open to new ideas which may include allowing more than just university students to join.

It doesn’t matter what major you are in college, or if you are young or old. The only requirement to join the pep band is that you can play an instrument at high school level.  The band is full of undergraduates, graduates, friends of students, alumni, and even a few adults who live around the area of Albany.

“Being in pep band is like having a second family. Members go to parties together, friends come to cheer us on and yell funny things at us. When I first started and didn’t know anyone, they made me feel welcome,” Balgobin said.

Written:
1 November 2011

A Closet of Horrors


“These floral shirts look like curtains,” Justin said while dragging the shirts out of Stephanie’s closet. “And what the heck are these things? They look like they are straight out of the ‘90s!”  He held up a pair of platform sandals.

“Ok, whatever to the shirts. We can ditch them, but the heels make me tall!”

He rolled his eyes and gave a sigh of disgust. These need to go away now, he thought. He threw them in a pile with other shoes and moved on to the next piece of clothing.

Stephanie’s tiny, 2-by-4 closet was full of clothing from middle school and high school, and there was enough to supply a small army of children. This girl is 21 years old and needs to start looking like it. All she does is complain about how everyone thinks she is 16, and Justin was sick of hearing her talk about it.

Turning back to the closet he found the next ugliest thing and said: “How old are you, 80?” The sweater was white, fluffy and long, with no buttons except for a broche of a golden Christmas wreath.

“Well, it was a gift from one of my aunts,” Stephanie retaliated.

“That explains it. Can I burn it now or later?” Justin dived back into Stephanie’s closet, flinging the old lady sweater to the donation pile while she sat on her bed, dangling her feet. She appeared defensive and unwilling to cooperate. But that’s OK, because one way or another he was going to get rid of all that stuff even if she screamed.

This went on for a while. Shirt after shirt, skirt after skirt. This is never going to end. We have a lot of work to do. He gazed at the inside of the closet door and felt the compulsion to just throw everything away. We have a lot of work to do.

Why does she have a towel in her closet? Oh my god it’s a skirt. “Stephanie, why do you have this?” He pulled out a powder pink skirt with ruffles and tasseled fringes all over it.

“I took it with me to Russia, I love that skirt!”

“I don’t care! It looks like a towel!”

“I wear this skirt to church. What am I going to wear to services without it?”

“You can go buy a new skirt, but you need to get rid of this ugly thing. You can attach pictures to the tassels.” She got off the bed and tried wrestling it out of his hands. “You need to let go. Let go. I mean it, or else I will, and I swear, I will tear it.”

Thank god this is almost over. He looked over at the pile of bags filled with clothing. I need to get out of here. “Oh fabulous, you can finally open and close the door now!” Justin said.

2 a.m. rolled around and the house was quiet except for the two of them, they began to take the garbage bags filled with clothing to the basement. Justin hugged his best friend good night, and she couldn’t decide whether to thank him or cry.

All that work thoroughly tired Justin out, and he was ready to go to bed. He slowly made his way into his 2005 Toyota Corolla, and was glad that that her closet was finally clean of all the memories and terrors of a life in high school.

Written: 22 February 2012

Hippo Godzilla


WHORE was stamped onto Chuck’s hand when he entered Waterworks Pub. He hoped that when he would see his partner tomorrow afternoon that he wouldn’t take offense. Tonight was the drag show, and the place was packed. He said a few words to the group of friends he came with, and they decided to split up. Chuck and Greg headed to the bar for a few drinks, while Cory and Rob went to grab the pool table while it was still open.

Cory looked at his watch, and was disgusted to be at the gay pub, but Rob had promised him free drinks if he came along. It was 11 p.m. Only one more hour before the show started. Cory was great at pool, and could even play it professionally. He focused on winning and less on the short man Rob was staring down in between shots.

With no surprise, Cory won the first game against Rob. At that point, Cory couldn’t ignore the flirting from a distance Rob was doing and started teasing him. Rob rolled his gay eyes and tucked his arm under his pit and said, “If you want to get rid of me, let me win a game so I can impress that little hunk-of-man.”

Cory agreed but wasn’t about to let Rob win easily. When it seemed that all was lost for Rob, Cory made a big mistake and hit the 8 ball in while there were still a few balls left. Rob’s new boy toy came over and took Rob to the bar for a drink.

Greg sat in the bar stool talking to Chuck all about a restaurant he planned on opening for the summer. The only problem was that Chuck was clearly getting wasted, and Greg felt that he was just pouring information into this person who wouldn’t remember a word of it the next day. Greg looked over at the pool table and saw that Rob was making friendly with a guy who was way too short for him. He rolled his eyes, and saw that Cory was on his way over.

Greg always felt that Rob was an embarrassment, and even though they owned multiple businesses together, he thought that he was a child. So when Cory or Chuck would come out partying with him, it dulled the pain of knowing a guy like Rob, especially since Greg wasn’t a drinker. Cory sat down next to the rest of the guys for a bit and started downing drinks. It was 11:45 p.m. 15 more minutes until the drag show began, and the sooner the better, Greg thought.  He sipped on a Coke and laughed at the rest of the drunken crowd.

Midnight arrived and a large semicircle formed around the stage. Rob was still with the new boy, and they talked excitedly about what they were going to see. The lights dimmed and a Broadway hit began playing.  The drag queen came out, and people were shocked.

Cory nudged his way over to Rob and said, “It’s a hippo Godzilla! Look, when it moves the floor starts shaking!”

After the next few acts, the DJ announced that they needed some more volunteers. Five gay men happily agreed to do it, and then Cory had an idea. He went up to the DJ and convinced him that he had a friend who would make a perfect drag queen.

Rob was enjoying a beer with his friend, when on the speakers he heard, “Rob, get ready for the drag show!” He looked at his friend and laughed, saying how bad he felt for that poor guy to get called up. Cory came over and started laughing and tugging on his shirt. He couldn’t understand what he was saying, and then it clicked.

“You little bitch,” Rob said with a disbelieving look on his face.

Rob climbed the stairs to the studio where men were becoming women. The drag queens already dressed looked awful with smeared makeup and lipstick. Then this person called Eve came over and tried showing him a few dance moves. Rob knew exactly how to handle this situation and said, “Bitch, please. I wasn’t born gay yesterday. I know Broadway!”

Cory and the guys anxiously waited by the stage for Rob to come out. Chuck supported Cory’s heroic decision in making Rob do drag. It was something that Rob always wanted to do but never had the courage for it.  They all got their phones out in preparation to take photos and video.

Rob felt fabulous. He had long blonde hair and wore a tight flowery pink dress and black high heels. He lip synced to Priscilla Queen of the Desert and put the dance moves Eve showed him to shame. He felt like the queen he always knew he was. During the climax of the song, he came off the stage among the crowd. They grabbed at him and stuffed money down his dress. He felt so hot. 

Written: 4 April 2012

Bacon Riot


Juicy, sizzling, and succulent are three words you might find yourself saying about bacon. By itself, bacon is wonderful. It’s mouthwatering, meaty, and you will always find yourself wanting more even though it may send you and your heart to the hospital. However, as soon as you wrap something in that processed bacon, you not only up your chances for an unhealthy heart, but it becomes automatically disgusting.

Bacon and chicken? No, thank you. Bacon and hamburgers? I rather not. Worst of all is shrimp wrapped in bacon. There is something about all that bacon grease wrapped in a perfectly healthy food like shrimp or grilled chicken that turns me away from it. I don’t mean I simply will refuse to eat it; if you put that anywhere near me, I will throw up.

I am not a calorie counter or obese, but I do love meat; more importantly, I love being healthy and athletic. Bacon to me is a breakfast food meant to be served with eggs and toast on the side maybe once a month. That is why, when my boyfriend at the time heard about what some may call irrational behavior he decided it was time for me to get over my fear of bacon.

We found the perfect recipe for bacon-wrapped barbeque shrimp on allrecipes.com. While he cut the bacon in half and wrapped it around the large raw shrimp, it was my job to put them on a raised cookie sheet and sprinkle barbeque seasoning all over it. The first time he gave me a shrimp covered in bacon, I threw up a little in my mouth. There was just something about the bacon lovingly embracing that fresh shrimp that made me just want to call the whole thing off. But, as my boyfriend, Cory, always says, “I’ve already committed.”

After coating the fifth or sixth piece of shrimp and bacon in the seasoning, I stopped choking on air and became at peace with what was about to happen. We placed the tray with the 26 fishy and meaty appetizers in the oven. Those 10 minutes of waiting for it to be done baking were perhaps the worst of my experiences with food.  I paced back and forth in front of the stove where the smell of bacon grease and barbeque leaked into the apartment.

I admit that the smell would have sent any bacon lover’s taste buds running, and I hadn’t eaten anything that day. At that moment, the idea of eating that bacon-wrapped shrimp was no longer that terrible. The timer went off, and I opened the oven to see a massive pile of bacon grease sitting underneath the shrimp. I knew it was done, and it was officially time to eat something I swore I never would.

Cory had me sit down and placed 10 perfect, bacon-wrapped shrimp in front of me with a side of white rice. All I could do was stare at them. It smelled better than a fresh homemade apple pie. But it was bacon and shrimp. Cory couldn’t wait for me any longer so he took the first bite. He attempted to show a look of disgust on his face, but he couldn’t. A look of pure joy and happiness spread from his lips to his eyes as he chewed and then swallowed.

It was my turn. Was I ready? Absolutely not. This was the unhealthiest and most revolting thing anyone could ask me to eat. I stabbed my food with my fork and brought it to eye level. I don’t know what I was hoping to gain from this. It looked edible. I smelled it, but it smelled only like the rest of the apartment did from the bacon and barbeque fumes. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and placed that fatty food into my mouth.

All I could think was, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, what am I doing?” Then I took a bite, and another bite. I opened my eyes and looked at Cory, then at my plate and swallowed. It was the most luscious food I had ever tasted. I ate slowly and enjoyed each morsel of shrimp and bacon as if it was the last time I’d ever eat it.

While this experience has opened my eyes to new food combinations, I still believe that a recipe like this one should only be indulged in no more than a few times a year. It was delicious but disgusting. I am content that I have faced one of my biggest fears on a food adventure that I hope to return to one day in the distant future.

Written: 28 March 2012

Math Dash


The Microsoft Imagine Cup is calling on all computer nerds to harness their skills and make a difference in the world. Three computer science majors studying at Drexel University, named the Drexel Dragons, believe that they have what it takes to make that change. Matthew Lesnak, Keith Ayers, and Nicholas Taylor Mullen are preparing for the final round of nationals in Seattle. There are six teams left, and only one will go home with $6 thousand.

In spring 2011, Lesnak and Ayers took a serious game class. Professor Frank Lee challenged his students to make a game that teaches basic arithmetic based on Atari games. The two men paired up, called the game Math Dash, and designed their game after SEGA’s Root Beer Tapper. The idea behind the original was that you were a bartender and there were multiple counters with thirsty customers. You have to serve all of the customers before they leave or you lose. Instead of drinks, the team decided to use numbers where you’d have to grab them as they came across the screen and fit them into an equation bar and solve the problem correctly.

The team got an A in the class and their professor told them about the Microsoft Imagine Cup. He said that he took a look at the games that won pervious competitions and believed that his students had a chance of winning not only nationals but worlds. The Imagine Cup takes a look at the U.N. millennium goals such as: decreasing child mortality rates, increase child education, solve world hunger. The competition has three different categories that students all over the world can compete in: Software Design, Game Design: Xbox/Windows, and Game Design: Phone. According to the Imagine Cup’s website it wants students to, “Imagine a world where technology helps solve the toughest problems.”

Over the summer Lesnak and Ayers tried coming up with different game ideas that they could use to win the competition.  Previous competitors made games that helped to increase pollution awareness, feed starving kids in Africa, a phone app to help people test to find out if they had asthma, but there was nothing like Math Dash. The team thought it was too nice of a topic and wanted to do something else that would make a global change.  However, Professor Lee, their advisor in this project, disliked every one of their ideas and convinced them to use Math Dash and recreate it for the game design phone category.

Matthew Lesnak, team captain, looked up worldwide statistics for children in K through 12 with above average math scores. In France only 39 percent of children were proficient in math, U.N. – 34 percent, and U.S. 31 percent. With statistics like these, Lesnak and Ayers agreed that math poses a problem everywhere, and if they could make math fun, maybe they could help make a difference in the world.

Before the fall semester began in Sept., Professor Lee got in contact with Lindsey Lindstrom, a Microsoft evangelist, who helped recruit for the Imagine Cup. To help the Drexel Dragons in the making of their game, she gave them Windows phones, so they’d be able to test and run the game on the platform they’d be competing in. The team enrolled in an independent study class held by Professor Lee that allowed them to work on Math Dash for the competition.  Imagine Cup required a maximum of 4 team members and Lesnak and Ayers knew that they wouldn’t be able to do it alone. They recruited another computer science major, whose name is Nicholas Taylor Mullen, and to fill the last spot, a graphics design major to help with the art.

Round one for the national competition was Oct. 14. It required a story board of what the game would look like. Ayers said it was easier to make the visual elements of the game and take screenshots than it would be to design a document. The team scrapped the idea of using SEGA’s Root Beer Tapper, because there wouldn’t be enough room on the screen of a phone. They decided to create an ocean blue background and have the numbers float around on the screen. The numbers however, look like colorful atoms and have electrons that circle around them, giving the game extra flash. They moved the equation bar to the bottom of the screen so players would have to drag and drop the numbers to solve the equations before time ran out. Each equation that is solved earns the player an extra few seconds and points to proceed to the next level.

The game isn’t just about simple arithmetic. The team wanted to challenge people to think abstractly. Mullen gave the example: “If you ask people what does coffee beans plus hot water equal, most would answer coffee. However, if you reverse the scenario and ask: how do you make coffee; then it’s a drawn out conversation about the process of doing so. Math Dash is about making kids think outside of the box and not just a simple solution.”

In order to fulfill what Mullen spoke about, they made it so players can drag numbers on top of one another to make a combination. If any of the combinations went higher than the number nine, the numbers would split into two smaller ones. “This forces people to think abstractly and come up with solutions that they never thought they would,” Mullen said.

The team made it through round one with no problems. In mid-Oct. Mullen hired an acquaintance to make all of the sound effects for the game. “He was responsive and got material to us ASAP. He spent nights getting exactly what we wanted, even though it was difficult for us to describe the sound,” Mullen said. They worked with him until round two of nationals.

Round two was approaching on Nov. 14. The team was doing well and had an alpha version of the game designed, meaning it was possible to play the game for a total of 5 - 10 minutes. When the deadline for round two got closer, the artist kept on missing deadlines and wasn’t showing up for meetings. Due to a lack of communication and difference in work ethics, the team decided to not use the artist’s input.  They felt that the problems and fights that they were having would continue to happen if they let him stay.  The artist was outraged and said that they couldn’t use his art, even though 90 percent of the game was made up of his artwork.

The group panicked. They outsourced to digital media students and called on every favor that they could. They had friends help design the menu items and electron rings that would circle around the atoms.  Everything else Lesnak and Mullen split, and with their own knowledge of graphics design set to work. They stayed up until 4:30 a.m. every night and woke up at 9 or 10 a.m.

“After a while we forgot about the stress and just thought: what has to be done now?” Ayers said. Ayers waited for the art to be completed and coded everything into the game. Sunday evening, they submitted the game with little time to spare.

The judges called Math Dash, “Simply sophisticated.” With their winnings in the first two rounds of nationals, the group decided to move on to the world’s competition. If they were to make it to the final round for worlds, they’d be flown off to an all expense paid trip to Australia where they’d be in the line up to win $25 thousand.

For the next few months, The Drexel Dragons worked on improving their game to make it as perfect as they could for the world competition. The first round was Feb. 14, and the team wanted to make the game open for all age groups. They added a feature that schools could purchase as a teaching tool for the students. Teachers have a drop down menu allowing them to choose the grade level: first through eighth grade.

In late February, the team took the game to Springfield Middle School, where they let fifth to eighth graders test it out. When asked if they would rather play Math Dash or do homework, the students answered Math Dash. Another student said that she liked the game, because her mother couldn’t yell at her for playing on her phone.

After getting past world’s round one and two, they added even more features to the game such as: a black hole that would suck up your numbers if it got close to them, an atom that would give you double the amount of points, and a time stop atom.
During this time period, there were few problems between team members, except for the occasional debate. “Everyone is a perfectionist, and is concerned about kids being able to play the game. Someone would do research and say something that would cause a fight over what was best for kids and what the Imagine Cup wants,” Ayers said.

Once April came around, the team was putting their finishing touches on the game. Ayers in particular worked on more technical aspects, such as being able to pause the game if you got a call on your cell phone and being able to enter back into it after the call ended. Lesnak focused on filling out paper work and creating documents to fulfill the Imagine Cup’s regulations, while Mullen worked on implanting advertisements into the game and prepared the game for its release on the Windows phone on April 3. 

The final round of the competition was April 20-25. All teams competing in it were flown to Seattle to Microsoft’s main campus. The Drexel Dragons felt nervous and excited, while at the same time knowing that they had a good chance of winning. The project as a whole was rewarding to these men. They learned things that they felt they never would have if they had simply studied at Drexel, and it taught them how to work together to make a game successful.  It allowed them to show the world what they are capable of doing.

Upon arrival, Microsoft welcomed competitors from all three categories to the campus. They gave them a tour, and to make them as excited as possible, gave everyone an Acer Ultra laptop with the beta version of Windows 8. They announced that 114 thousand people applied for the Imagine Cup and only 76 people remained.

On Saturday, the team said that they were extremely nervous, but knew what they were doing and knew that they had a leg up. They had a full 20 minutes to present their game in front of a panel of Microsoft employees. They practiced their presentation at least half a dozen times beforehand in front of their advisor. 

After their presentation Lindsey Lindstrom, the Microsoft evangelist, told the team that they were perfect and had all three components that the judges were looking for: fun, impact, and polished.  According to Lindsey, most of the others games didn’t have all those elements. However, there was one problem with their presentation, they didn’t make the connection to the judges how Math Dash would increase education as a whole.

Sunday was the first cut, and only four teams remained. The Drexel Dragons made it through and would need to start preparing for Monday, where they’d be presenting in front of a new panel of judges. The team changed one sentence within their presentation to get across how Math Dash could help change the world. They were ready.

Instead of Microsoft employees acting as judges, they called in game critics. During the final presentation the team handed the game over to one of the judges. He froze and said he had no idea what to do, because none of the numbers matched up with the equation. Ayers quickly ran over to show him how to make combinations and how to split numbers. That act saved the day.

Monday evening was the award ceremony. Microsoft purposefully dragged it out, and kept on teasing the contestants by saying, “OK, let’s get to the awards. Just kidding, here’s another speaker!” After two long speeches and a few side awards, they announced third place, then second.

“At that point, we knew we won. It didn’t seem to matter who won and who lost, people were screaming and clasping hands. It was an amazing feeling,” Ayers said.

The Drexel Dragons not only won $6 thousand dollars but a glass trophy with their names on it, a Nokia Lumia 800 phone which has a retail value of $600, a bag for the Acer laptops and much more. 

All that remains for the Drexel Dragons is to prepare for the third round of the Imagine Cup World competition. This will be going on over the summer.  Ayers and Mullen both received a job with Microsoft and will be moving to Seattle in July. Lesnak is currently looking into getting into the game design area of Microsoft.