It was all so lovely, until we came upon our greatest struggle: M. M. Roberts stadium. You know how some things are better said than done? Well...let me just explain. We stepped onto the turf, and our eyes swept up to the very top; the view inspired us to get up to the top of the bleachers and take some shots (photography shots, that is). We began our trek, and by around the 20th step, is when the fatigue and South Mississippian sun began to set in. We pushed through, however, and by the time we got up there and looked down at the football field below us is when we cooled off--moreso emotionally-- and realized how worth it was. We went back down to the field, our unstable legs quivering like gelatin, and although hot, hungry, and a tad bit cranky, we went back to our break room inspired by photography and all of the emotions and stories it brings along with it.