Promotional Giveaways for Possible Grad Students

I wrote these sentences three days ago. "Depending on when my next trip is, I may have to grab my promotional keychains and bring my own wheels. I need at least a month to recover from that one [bus trip from New York to Maine]." I wrote liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies.

Yesterday, I once again found myself being tossed around from one bus to another surrounded by probable escaped convicts and eager R. Kelly fans. (Those are basically interchangeable.) A close friend, Tanya told me about a graduate school fair coming to New York and I was interested in looking into some future learning options. And so we were off on another adventure. Heading towards the city in a car at 4 p.m. didn't sound appealing to Tanya, so we decided to master the New York City Transit System. Getting there was like out of a dream. Except the odd woman with no eyebrows on the subway that told us we talked so loud that she couldn’t' hear herself think. Eeek. We whispered our way off the subway and made our way to the Idealist grad school fair where I knew I'd be running into a ton of promotional giveaways. 
            
I headed to the booths pertaining to any type of creative writing, marketing or public relations. The promotional products of choice for most schools were traditional promotional pens. There were classy executive pens and my personal favorite fun, colorful custom imprinted click pens. After filling out "Information Request" forms with the imprinted pens, the representatives would kindly say, "It's yours!"

Once I had visited all of the communications schools, I wandered to any booth with promotional products. A graduate program for childhood studies had some fun custom stress balls. I grabbed a cool promotional crocodile clip and Tanya banked on some promotional keychains. After we had collected mounds of informative books, promotional pens and a new found excitement for grad school we were ready to head home.

On the way out of the convention center I saw Tanya juggling all of her belongings. "Follow me!" I said. I led the way to the CUNY booth where they had previously offered me some funky promotional tote bags. I've got to say, CUNY lucked out being the only school to bring along custom tote bags. They definitely received the most exposure as recipients from all 5 boroughs, Long Island, and Jersey headed home.

I'll make this millionth edition of, "Jenn and her awful experiences on transportation devices," short. Busy streets. Stinky Subway. Not as stinky 7 train. Korean food everywhere. Wrong bus. Wrong Bus. Wrong Bus. Right bus. Dark alley. Empty parking lot. Destination. So it wasn't as bad as the Grey Hound- and I had the company of a good friend with good jokes. That always makes things better.