Fall semester is coming to a head, and I can't help but feel as if I just couldn't give a good god damn. Let me fill you in on what I am and am NOT looking forward to this year.
Classes
Oh, yeah. Looking forward to some learning this semester. I'm taking Accounting II, Business Management, Business Ethics, Social and Political Philosophy, and a Honors Colloquium called The Legacy of Charles Darwin. I'm pretty excited. My good buddy will be in the Philosophy class with me, and I can't wait to put some grad students in their place.
HSO, SJB, FSM, PSA, and BCM
Without going into any great detail as to what aspects of which of these organizations I'm looking forward to, just keep in mind that I'm rather excited about my level of involvement this year. Expect to hear a lot of cool things about these groups.
ALD
Definitely NOT looking forward to these assholes. Don't get me wrong, they're good people, but not in any way MY kind of people. Of the old group, only the president (former VP) is staying on, and I'm not sure if she's staying through the fall or not. I know I'm stuck for the next whole year. The only reason I'm staying on as webmaster at ALL is that the new president turned out to be a total douche and fucking left leaving the new VP in charge. As it turns out, I've taken a liking to this chick. Not the romantic or sexual kind, mind you. She's simply a good person and I'm an overprotective asshole. I'm only gonna stick around at all so she knows I got her back. Expect to hear more soon.
Research
If it ever gets off the ground, and it will, this is looking to be one of my most exciting aspects of the new semester. I've almost completed my work with our religious studies department that'll make me a published author and I've started dialogues with our department of business that'll help me start my honors thesis. That's looking to be a very interesting thing indeed.
Work
I've grown tired of the place I work now, but I can't find a job that offers the same convenience and flexibility. I could get another job on campus, but I wont be gauronteed the same hours and it'll just end up being same shit different place. Really, I'm just tired of working and I'd with my parents would at least throw in for something, but hey, what can you do?
Family
Fuck 'em.
Friends
I'm really looking forward to spending more time with Nick, and Simone and Naomi moved real close to the downtown area. Stephanie leaves for London soon and I think I'm finally okay with that. With any luck I'll make some new friends with my new groups, but I'm more focused on enriching the relationships I already have. Still, keeping my doors open.
Relationships
. . . not even gonna touch that.
Magick Studies
I've started to put some of my own ideas on paper and I'm rather proud of a few of my newfound talents. This semester I hope to expound on these skills and focus on sharpness and detail.
So that's my life. Keep in touch and I'll keep you informed.
Showing posts with label Student Organizations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Student Organizations. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
4/20 and forcefully bored
Ugh, its 4/20 and I am officially doing nothing out of shear force of will. Don't get me wrong, I would LOVE to be out with the crew making a complete ass of myself, but with finals coming so close that I can't afford to do anything other than study and write until the end of the semester. Its coming down fast, and I just hope I hit something hard so I don't have to walk away from this trainwreck.
That's not true. In fact, I'm doing quite well all things considered. Its just been stressful as hell, and I just want to sleep.
On a side note, the Honors Student Organization had their elections, and I went from treasurer to president. The bad side of that is that I ran uncontested. In fact, we all did. That worries me a bit.
Either way, I just need to make the next two weeks, and I'll be fine. Finals are all accounted for, and I still need to make my buddies court date, but there's not much keeping me away from getting it all done.
Wish me luck.
That's not true. In fact, I'm doing quite well all things considered. Its just been stressful as hell, and I just want to sleep.
On a side note, the Honors Student Organization had their elections, and I went from treasurer to president. The bad side of that is that I ran uncontested. In fact, we all did. That worries me a bit.
Either way, I just need to make the next two weeks, and I'll be fine. Finals are all accounted for, and I still need to make my buddies court date, but there's not much keeping me away from getting it all done.
Wish me luck.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Be Careful When Choosing Friends
I'm wrapping up my fifth semester in college, and it still surprises me how much I learn about myself and the world around me each time I go on campus. I recently made a revelation that I think some may enjoy.
Our University has a Pagan Student Alliance. Thinking I'd enjoy being around my fellow Pagans, I joined with the group. What I found was a bunch of self righteous half wits with a superiority complex narcissistic tendencies. I mean, damn. These folk actually convinced me to drop the title of 'pagan' and took up 'discordian humanist'. Bunch of no-it-all bastards that really, genuinely piss me off. Not all of them, of course, but enough of them to make it not worth my while to be there.
Let me tell you but two stories that happened with these folk.
First was a couple of months ago. We were walking away from a meeting and heading out to go get pizza. A LaVeyan passes us. I know the guy. Despite being a LaVeyan, he's generally a huge twerp. Not a huge fan of the guy. But he's wearing an inverted cross when he passes us, and as he does, the two PSA members I'm walking with start snickering. I mean hell, it was just ridiculous. Then they go on to start making fun of all LaVeyans like there a bunch of sex addicted pimple faced nerds.
Stay on, it gets better.
We pass our Baptist Campus Ministries whilst they're in service. It was Wednesday night, so they were doing their worship service in a student common room near our dorms, and the had window shades mostly drawn, but we could still see the candles and their alter. They were doing communion. I may be a recovered Christian, but I still have nothing but love for the Christian community. In fact, I've been known to visit our BCM quite often because most of my good buddies go there. I like the people. But again, they start with the snickering, talking about how all Christianity is merely the decayed remnants of the old Dianic traditions.
If anyone could explain that jump, I'd be eternally grateful. It's been puzzling me ever since.
So, that was the first story, about how these twerps basically insulted a great deal of my friends based on simple intolerance. Now lets see how they insulted me personally.
At this time I had decided to leave the group. No big fanfare, just leave without saying anything. it was kinda my style anyways. But earlier that same evening, I had already promised to help them file their Student Organization Budget Request Forms, and my word is my bond. Really annoying when Fate's plans don't match my own. So, we're filling out the forms when everyone starts telling pagan based jokes, most of which were at the expense of the other religions. Either way, I tell the only pagan joke I know about a heathen priest and a catholic priest, and they look at me and simply say, 'Jacob, your just not funny. You use people.'
So, I left without saying anything. I won't curse them with failure, nor will I lift a finger for their downfall. I got something more in mind. I'm simply going to forget them, and let them create their own destiny.
Our University has a Pagan Student Alliance. Thinking I'd enjoy being around my fellow Pagans, I joined with the group. What I found was a bunch of self righteous half wits with a superiority complex narcissistic tendencies. I mean, damn. These folk actually convinced me to drop the title of 'pagan' and took up 'discordian humanist'. Bunch of no-it-all bastards that really, genuinely piss me off. Not all of them, of course, but enough of them to make it not worth my while to be there.
Let me tell you but two stories that happened with these folk.
First was a couple of months ago. We were walking away from a meeting and heading out to go get pizza. A LaVeyan passes us. I know the guy. Despite being a LaVeyan, he's generally a huge twerp. Not a huge fan of the guy. But he's wearing an inverted cross when he passes us, and as he does, the two PSA members I'm walking with start snickering. I mean hell, it was just ridiculous. Then they go on to start making fun of all LaVeyans like there a bunch of sex addicted pimple faced nerds.
Stay on, it gets better.
We pass our Baptist Campus Ministries whilst they're in service. It was Wednesday night, so they were doing their worship service in a student common room near our dorms, and the had window shades mostly drawn, but we could still see the candles and their alter. They were doing communion. I may be a recovered Christian, but I still have nothing but love for the Christian community. In fact, I've been known to visit our BCM quite often because most of my good buddies go there. I like the people. But again, they start with the snickering, talking about how all Christianity is merely the decayed remnants of the old Dianic traditions.
If anyone could explain that jump, I'd be eternally grateful. It's been puzzling me ever since.
So, that was the first story, about how these twerps basically insulted a great deal of my friends based on simple intolerance. Now lets see how they insulted me personally.
At this time I had decided to leave the group. No big fanfare, just leave without saying anything. it was kinda my style anyways. But earlier that same evening, I had already promised to help them file their Student Organization Budget Request Forms, and my word is my bond. Really annoying when Fate's plans don't match my own. So, we're filling out the forms when everyone starts telling pagan based jokes, most of which were at the expense of the other religions. Either way, I tell the only pagan joke I know about a heathen priest and a catholic priest, and they look at me and simply say, 'Jacob, your just not funny. You use people.'
So, I left without saying anything. I won't curse them with failure, nor will I lift a finger for their downfall. I got something more in mind. I'm simply going to forget them, and let them create their own destiny.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
SUCCESS!!!
So, I got great news. A few weeks ago I applied to a position on our Student Judicial Board. Last week I was interviewed. Last night I found out that I was accepted. KICK TOTAL ASS!!!
I'm really excited about this. I have a couple of friendlies on there with me, which is a very good thing. Still, parts of the circumstances make me wonder. I have a buddy who's leaving the board, and I read between the lines that they thought I was 'abrasive'. Not sure what to think about that. All I know is that I have to work twice as hard to make my name be heard through the preconceptions. That seems to happens a lot, come to think of it. I guess what it boils down to is that I leave a horrible first impression.
Still, I don't think I'm going to meet any new friends in this gig. I mean, I'll be sure to be friendly, but I doubt that I'll have any sort of heart-to-heart with anyone on there.
Either way, I'm excited as all get out, man. Can't wait to get started!!!
Peace out.
I'm really excited about this. I have a couple of friendlies on there with me, which is a very good thing. Still, parts of the circumstances make me wonder. I have a buddy who's leaving the board, and I read between the lines that they thought I was 'abrasive'. Not sure what to think about that. All I know is that I have to work twice as hard to make my name be heard through the preconceptions. That seems to happens a lot, come to think of it. I guess what it boils down to is that I leave a horrible first impression.
Still, I don't think I'm going to meet any new friends in this gig. I mean, I'll be sure to be friendly, but I doubt that I'll have any sort of heart-to-heart with anyone on there.
Either way, I'm excited as all get out, man. Can't wait to get started!!!
Peace out.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
7 PM Meeting Blues
Here I am on campus in the midst of pollen season. Its 'bout 5 PM, waiting for a meeting that doesn't start till 7. I thought I was going to be in a study group between now and then. Yesterday, she cancelled on me. I understand though, she's going to a concert for her buddy. That just means that I have a lot of time to kill. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue. Being the oldest of 8, you get used to entertaining yourself, strange as that might sound. But lucky me caught my uncle's cold that he was nice enough to share. Now I'm waiting here till 7 PM, feeling like death warmed over, hoping I will either die or that the world will simply dissolve around me and I'll wake up warm and snug in my bed, realizing that this was all just a bad dream.
This organization though, its been pretty much one constant headache since the day I joined. Little excited me wanted to be an executive board member. I never had any experience as such, but hey, you got to start somewhere, right? The guy I ran against, we went to high school together. Never kept in touch though. He was definitely much more qualified than I was, but had the social skills of a moss covered rock, ya know what I mean? Either way, I got the gig based on the interview, and the gig was to last one year. Let me tell you just how this year went.
One e-board member drops within the first month. Never hear from her after induction. Poof. Gone like dust in the wind, baby. She was PR. The President, however, was a total douchebag. I can understand weird shit happening and having to leave. I also understand simply vanishing once you got the gig. I hate it when it happens, but its expected in some places. The this guy, the President, was a piece of work. Let me tell you about this little bastard.
He was a likeable guy, not gonna lie about that. Smooth talking, good looking, seemed like he knew where he was going. Worked part time as a model, which I initially thought was odd, but he was all around a decent fella. Well, turns out that Mr. Big Stuff had a bit of an ego. Started signing all of his emails and texts 'Your President, Mr. Smith' (names changed to protect the assholes). Wanted to run the organization centered around him, which pissed us all off.
Our poor VP, she was about as ineffectual as they come in confrontational issues. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a really great person, although the only time she's ever talked to me in the past year has been in the context of one organization or another. Chick is organized and intelligent. Keeps her thoughts in order and presents herself well. She always has a gameplan. Not to mention, she's a total hottie. But her problem is that I doubt if she has ever had to confront anybody. I'm sure she's had her spats, but I'm not talking about no high school bad mouthing. Girl grew up as a single child with money and parents of a protective nature. That alone should say plenty. Believe you me, I could go on about this girl, but this isn't about her.
So, el presi-douchbag starts getting too big for his britches trying to micromanage us. Plans meetings around his convenience giving us maybe a day's notice at best, then showing up unprepared with next to no plan as to what he wants done. He expected all his shit to just magically fall into place, and us to put it all together. Fast forward a few months and we're already pissed as all hell with this guy. Then we send him to Sol-Cal for some leadership conference. He comes back feeling more important than ever. He starts talkin' 'bout how we needs to get more organized, more prepared 'n shit. Says he's going to take care of organizing the next general meeting by his lonesome. Fine enough so far as I'm concerned. I was about over with this crowd by that time anyway.
Day of the meeting comes and goes, and guess what never happens?
Next couple of weeks roll by, and guess who decides to go AWAL?
You guessed it. El Presi-Douchbag himself. We send him to Cali-weird, and he bails. Guess who was left in charge. Remember the VP I told you about? Yeah. Let me shoot myself now.
Well, that was a few months ago. Earlier last March, we had interviews for the new e-board. When we were done, we had a stellar cast. The VP was gonna stay on till the end of next fall so they get that momentum we wish we had. Guess who else stayed on against his will? You got it. Ol' Coyote himself. But hey, what can you do? It could be worse. I do my best to give them what advice I can, and they seem to like me well enough. That isn't to say I would call a one of these folk my friends, but they're friendly enough to tolerate. But with it so close to finals, having to commute from outside the perimeter, and feeling like total hell today, lets just say I'm not in the best of moods waiting for a meeting that is now an hour away.
I guess I'll just keep singing those 7 PM Meeting Blues.
After all, its a Robert Johnson kind of night anyway.
This organization though, its been pretty much one constant headache since the day I joined. Little excited me wanted to be an executive board member. I never had any experience as such, but hey, you got to start somewhere, right? The guy I ran against, we went to high school together. Never kept in touch though. He was definitely much more qualified than I was, but had the social skills of a moss covered rock, ya know what I mean? Either way, I got the gig based on the interview, and the gig was to last one year. Let me tell you just how this year went.
One e-board member drops within the first month. Never hear from her after induction. Poof. Gone like dust in the wind, baby. She was PR. The President, however, was a total douchebag. I can understand weird shit happening and having to leave. I also understand simply vanishing once you got the gig. I hate it when it happens, but its expected in some places. The this guy, the President, was a piece of work. Let me tell you about this little bastard.
He was a likeable guy, not gonna lie about that. Smooth talking, good looking, seemed like he knew where he was going. Worked part time as a model, which I initially thought was odd, but he was all around a decent fella. Well, turns out that Mr. Big Stuff had a bit of an ego. Started signing all of his emails and texts 'Your President, Mr. Smith' (names changed to protect the assholes). Wanted to run the organization centered around him, which pissed us all off.
Our poor VP, she was about as ineffectual as they come in confrontational issues. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a really great person, although the only time she's ever talked to me in the past year has been in the context of one organization or another. Chick is organized and intelligent. Keeps her thoughts in order and presents herself well. She always has a gameplan. Not to mention, she's a total hottie. But her problem is that I doubt if she has ever had to confront anybody. I'm sure she's had her spats, but I'm not talking about no high school bad mouthing. Girl grew up as a single child with money and parents of a protective nature. That alone should say plenty. Believe you me, I could go on about this girl, but this isn't about her.
So, el presi-douchbag starts getting too big for his britches trying to micromanage us. Plans meetings around his convenience giving us maybe a day's notice at best, then showing up unprepared with next to no plan as to what he wants done. He expected all his shit to just magically fall into place, and us to put it all together. Fast forward a few months and we're already pissed as all hell with this guy. Then we send him to Sol-Cal for some leadership conference. He comes back feeling more important than ever. He starts talkin' 'bout how we needs to get more organized, more prepared 'n shit. Says he's going to take care of organizing the next general meeting by his lonesome. Fine enough so far as I'm concerned. I was about over with this crowd by that time anyway.
Day of the meeting comes and goes, and guess what never happens?
Next couple of weeks roll by, and guess who decides to go AWAL?
You guessed it. El Presi-Douchbag himself. We send him to Cali-weird, and he bails. Guess who was left in charge. Remember the VP I told you about? Yeah. Let me shoot myself now.
Well, that was a few months ago. Earlier last March, we had interviews for the new e-board. When we were done, we had a stellar cast. The VP was gonna stay on till the end of next fall so they get that momentum we wish we had. Guess who else stayed on against his will? You got it. Ol' Coyote himself. But hey, what can you do? It could be worse. I do my best to give them what advice I can, and they seem to like me well enough. That isn't to say I would call a one of these folk my friends, but they're friendly enough to tolerate. But with it so close to finals, having to commute from outside the perimeter, and feeling like total hell today, lets just say I'm not in the best of moods waiting for a meeting that is now an hour away.
I guess I'll just keep singing those 7 PM Meeting Blues.
After all, its a Robert Johnson kind of night anyway.
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