Author: yanlei.su

Paris is a city painted in vibrant colors, with Impressionist clouds that float like bubbles, endless green fields, and slowly turning windmills. It’s a city where artists are always performing on the streets. But this summer, Paris became the focus of the entire world as it hosted the Olympic Games. And for me, after more than ten days of this incredible journey, I’m now reflecting on my very first Olympic experience.

I’m deeply grateful to my parents, who, despite never having traveled abroad themselves, supported me fully in my decision to explore the wider world and pursue a career in sports. I carry their love and support with me, and though we are on different continents, I brought them with me to the Arc de Triomphe for a virtual family photo. Seeing the light in their eyes, even from afar, filled me with happiness.

I am also immensely thankful to my professors at GWU—Dr. Neirotti, Terrence Burns, and Lisa Chazanovitz. Despite their own busy schedules, they cared for us like family during the Olympics, leveraging their vast networks to provide us with incredible opportunities. We were privileged to hear from top IOC and TOP executives and visit the US High Performance Center, the Olympic House, the Olympic Club, the Olympic Broadcasting Center, the Olympic Media Center, and the Olympic Village. These experiences were once-in-a-lifetime, and I’m grateful that during my graduate school interviews at GWU last year, I was drawn to the Olympic program. It was this focus, along with many other factors, that made me choose a school with strong programs and abundant resources. The Paris Olympics have reaffirmed that this was the right choice.

During the Olympics, I made many new friends at GWU. Although I am still adapting to American culture and sometimes feel a bit out of place, my new friends have been incredibly understanding and encouraging. One of the highlights was our boat ride on the Seine, where we shared the most beautiful Parisian night view and witnessed the special Olympic light show on the Eiffel Tower. It made me think of the Japanese phrase “一期一会” (ichi-go ichi-e), meaning that every encounter is unique and should be treasured.

I had several deeply moving moments during the Paris Olympics. The first was at the Netherland House. Due to my limited English, I almost missed entering, thinking it wasn’t the right place. But once inside, I was blown away by the concert-like atmosphere. The highlight was when a Dutch female cyclist won a silver medal, and the crowd erupted in celebration, reaching a level of excitement I’ve rarely seen. This moment hit me hard because, in China, we often focus solely on winning gold. Athletes who don’t win first place are often seen as failures, and we rarely celebrate second place. In contrast, the atmosphere at the Netherland House was so overwhelming that I nearly cried. In China, there is still a long way to go in terms of how we view competitive sports and athletes. Recently, I’ve seen troubling news about fan culture in Chinese sports, where athletes are attacked for not being the favorite of certain fan groups. As a former competitive swimmer myself, I remember standing on the starting block to represent my school and city, with no one cheering for me except my parents, simply because some teammates and coaches didn’t like me—even though I ultimately brought honor to the team. A Chinese netizen once said, “When we stop fixating on gold medals and start cheering for silver, bronze, and even those without medals, we will truly begin our journey towards becoming a great sporting nation.” I hope that during my graduate studies, I can learn more about sports management and how to promote sports education. We should celebrate these athletes, who embody the Olympic spirit, and ensure that their efforts are recognized and honored.

Another significant moment was when I conducted a survey at the Samsung booth. I met a fellow Chinese from Macau who was willing to fill out my questionnaire while her daughters played games to win Olympic pins. We talked about her experiences watching the Olympics and her thoughts on the security situation in Paris. Her feedback gave me valuable insights into how the public perceives this grand event.

I also made connections with locals like Sophia and grew closer to my GWU classmates while volunteering at the USA House. We even took photos together in the photo booth. Through conversations with French people, I learned that while the Paris Olympics have faced criticism, the support for the Games far outweighs the negativity.

One of the most unforgettable moments was an unexpected encounter with Michael Phelps at the Champion Park. Just as a video of his Olympic victories started playing on the big screen, he stepped down from the DJ booth to say a few words. As a student-athlete who swam competitively, Phelps has always been a legend to me. The 2008 Beijing Olympics were nothing short of miraculous, and seeing him in person was a dream come true—a moment that made up for missing Curry’s game.

There are so many more moments that moved me during these two weeks in Paris, and I will carry these memories with me forever. The last photo in this blog is a collection of badges and souvenirs from the Olympics. I hope that by the time LA 2028 rolls around, I will have earned the right to hold an official work pass from the organizing committee, to see the Olympic rings light up in Los Angeles, and to witness the Olympic flame in the western United States. I look forward to collecting many more sports-related credentials over the next two years and making my parents proud. Thank you, GWU, for the best first class I could ever have.

During the Olympics, I managed to steal some moments of leisure, playing the role of a solo, commando-like tourist, dashing through Paris’s iconic landmarks: the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, the Louvre, the Musée d’Orsay, and the Eiffel Tower. Paris, with its deep historical roots, left a profound impression on me. Walking through the grand halls of Versailles, I was struck by its opulence and splendor, reminiscent of the Forbidden City back home. It seems that every nation, at some point, built grand palaces to showcase their power and authority. Wandering alone through the Louvre and the Musée d’Orsay, I encountered masterpieces I had only seen in art books: the Mona Lisa, The Gleaners, Van Gogh’s self-portraits, Monet’s Water Lilies, and more. These pieces of art history, which once seemed so distant and difficult to grasp, now felt alive, as if communicating with me across time.

What I find remarkable about the Paris Olympics is not just the high level of artistry but also the seamless integration of tourist attractions and competition venues. Events like equestrian and beach volleyball blend perfectly with the historic cityscape. From the top of the Eiffel Tower, I witnessed the cheering crowds at the beach volleyball venue near the Champ de Mars. As night fell, I joined fellow tourists under the tower, eagerly counting down to the five-minute light show at 10 PM, marveling at the twinkling lights of the golden Eiffel Tower adorned with the Olympic rings—a truly dreamlike experience. The Arc de Triomphe, with its Paralympic symbols, and the Olympic rings in front of the Louvre have also become must-see photo spots for countless visitors. This Olympic Games has introduced the world to Paris once again, showcasing its artistic and historical significance, beautifully intertwined with the Olympic spirit.

Of course, I also had the chance to watch the USA men’s basketball team play against Puerto Rico, but it was a challenging journey. After missing my 2 PM train, I had to scramble to another station, and by the time I arrived in Lille, the game was already halfway through. Clad in my Golden State Warriors jersey, I waved my Team USA shirt, but unfortunately, Curry didn’t play in the second half, which was quite disappointing. However, witnessing the team’s victory and the playful banter between Curry, Booker, and others made the trip worthwhile. The 115-euro carpool back to Paris capped off a tiring but memorable adventure. This experience left me questioning the logic of such distant venues. Was it to boost local tourism, or is this dispersal of venues becoming the norm for the Olympics? If so, wouldn’t it be better to improve transportation infrastructure, like adding more train services or creating dedicated Olympic lines? Perhaps this is something for LA 28 to consider for the benefit of spectators and athletes alike.

Lastly, I visited several Olympic houses—those of the USA, Japan, France, India, the Netherlands, and Chinese Taipei—each offering a unique atmosphere reflecting their nation’s attitude towards the Games. Some hosted concerts, others felt like parties, and some were more formal—each celebration fitting its national character.

As the Olympics draw to a close, I am filled with a sense of reluctance and regret. I didn’t have time to visit Mont Saint-Michel or the Sacré-Cœur Basilica, and I couldn’t get an escort into the Olympic Village, only able to catch a distant glimpse of the building housing the Chinese athletes, proudly displaying the Chinese flag. A surge of national pride filled my heart. I don’t know if I will ever have the chance to return to Paris, but I do know that this city, with its rich heritage, is worth another visit.

It’s been over a week since I arrived in France. From the initial chaos of finding a phone repair shop after my phone got water-damaged, struggling to communicate in French, and frantically searching for free restrooms, to now confidently using Citymapper and Google Maps to navigate the metro and knowing where every free restroom is—I’ve adapted and grown. Having a metro day pass is essential in Paris, especially when roads can be closed at any moment. I’ve also come to appreciate the graffiti-covered walls, the preference of French commuters to stand on the metro, and the unique French greeting of cheek kisses.

Currently, I wear multiple hats: an incoming graduate student of GWU’s Sport Management program, a tourist exploring Paris’s famous landmarks in my spare time, a volunteer at Team USA House and Olympic House, a detective finding people willing to complete surveys, and an avid listener to sports industry leaders.

Initially, I thought this trip would be relaxing, but it’s been incredibly packed and enriching. Under the help of Professor Lisa, Lisa C and Burns, in class, we’ve had lectures from IOC, NOC and sport company executives on event management, sports law, transportation systems during events, and the Olympic truce. We’ve heard from Abhinav Bindra, India’s first individual Olympic gold medalist, and Janet Evans, a renowned former American swimmer, about their journeys, achievements, and contributions to the sports world post-retirement. We’ve also toured the Olympic Club to experience top-tier hospitality, learned about contract-related knowledge, visited the Coubertin Museum to understand the visionary father of the modern Olympics, and explored the Team USA High Performance Center. There, we saw firsthand the meticulous planning and scientific approach that started six years ago to build a training and backstage base camp for the American team, emphasizing that a gold medal is not just the athlete’s effort but also the culmination of countless teams’ dedication, financial flows, sponsorship support, scientific training, recovery, psychological therapy, and venue management.

As a volunteer, I’m thrilled to experience the “luxury home theater” vibe firsthand. If you’re a guest, you can enjoy delicious food and watch the American team compete on multiple big screens with fans. At Team USA House, I mainly handle exit and entrance guidance, helping and directing guests to their destinations while collecting pins and improving my communication skills. Being abroad for the first time and out of a Chinese-speaking environment, I constantly worry about my English being understood and my intended messages being conveyed. This role pushes me to socialize and speak up, enhancing my abilities.

Volunteering at the Olympic House, the most significant feeling is listening to former athletes point out the events they’ve competed in and share stories from those times. Through their eyes and words, I see the determination and pride they felt representing their countries and the hard-earned success built on countless hours of sweat. I deeply respect them. These athletes, once heroes representing their nations, should not be forgotten for their contributions. “Olympians for Life” represents the Olympic spirit, leading humanity in sports breakthroughs, raising national flags, and advocating for a better world through sports, even after retirement.

There are many more thoughts about this city and its attractions, but I’ll save them for the next blog. Bonsoir!