i think i must be getting a touch of the emo, if things like this can hit me harder than they should. after 2 weeks of faithful support, hearing unsavoury and inaccurate things about myself is a slap in the face. but then again, what's there to expect. i went to do a dirty job, to be the enforcer/bad cop/hatchetman that noone was willing or wanted to do. what more can one expect than misinformation and malice?
the news came to me as such: a certain classmate of mine was conversing with a junior on All Night Long. and in the course of discourse with this year 2 she was told by said junior that there was this year 5 called Jon who kept coming down every night, and made the juniors sing and sing and sing the anthem until 11pm.
[rant] half-truths are the nastiest lies. yes, i was there every night. i think that the year 2s in general deserve some support. its not like the old days when things were convenient to make visits, now that they've been plonked in the parking lot far away from a faculty which, due to the unthinking and misguided actions of a few successive years of infantile iconoclasts, has been unable to show the level of support that they could in the old days. now, only a few seniors pop by for fly-bys and don't really stay to get to know the new colleagues-in-the-making. frankly, its easier to talk to the year 2s than the year 1s, which is what i've mostly been doing. the Ballman, FOC head, various dance ICs... either getting to know them a little bit better, or even in one case having a deep discussion that i think did both our souls some good. but to imply that to kick the asses of dysphonic juniors was my only activity or reason for coming boggles the mind. its tiring, dammit! its tiring to show up every night without rest, to stay back and talk to people and find out how they're doing and craft words of encouragement for each and every one of them personally. i could well have not given a rat's posterior about orientation. lets face it, who does these days? who cares about the company of dirty children playing at construction worker in the parking lot far away from one's immediate area? the sponsors for sure, and they have every right to be there. but respect also those who give, not of money but their time. by not understanding the heart of the people who show up for you, you spit on their charity, the precious time which they have given which you cannot return to them. and in so doing, you show your lack of manners. it is this same paradigm shift in attitude which drives your seniors away from visiting you, it reeks of a foul egotism which cannot be allowed so early in your career.
by exaggeration, you also show either a poor memory or a lack of integrity. i did not make them sing every night, although the singing was... *searches for a kind word* sub-par. i wish i could have done so, but it was not meant to be. and to say that i held them back from going home on time, up until 11pm every night? you bare-faced liar! they were dispersed far and wide before eleven, possibly an good half hour earlier on most nights, and i only pushed the song, what, 3 of the 8 nights before All Night Long. glue for sticking bits onto the float must have addled your brain...
and finally, i'm a Year 6, you fool. remember that. [/rant]
and to end with a little quote, here's something i found while reading a bit of fiction...
'Not all of me is dust. Within my song, safe from the worm, my spirit will survive'
- Alexander Pushkin
what kind of song, what kind of legacy will i leave? hopefully one that resounds richer and louder than that which that damn fool of a junior dares to think of me...
the news came to me as such: a certain classmate of mine was conversing with a junior on All Night Long. and in the course of discourse with this year 2 she was told by said junior that there was this year 5 called Jon who kept coming down every night, and made the juniors sing and sing and sing the anthem until 11pm.
[rant] half-truths are the nastiest lies. yes, i was there every night. i think that the year 2s in general deserve some support. its not like the old days when things were convenient to make visits, now that they've been plonked in the parking lot far away from a faculty which, due to the unthinking and misguided actions of a few successive years of infantile iconoclasts, has been unable to show the level of support that they could in the old days. now, only a few seniors pop by for fly-bys and don't really stay to get to know the new colleagues-in-the-making. frankly, its easier to talk to the year 2s than the year 1s, which is what i've mostly been doing. the Ballman, FOC head, various dance ICs... either getting to know them a little bit better, or even in one case having a deep discussion that i think did both our souls some good. but to imply that to kick the asses of dysphonic juniors was my only activity or reason for coming boggles the mind. its tiring, dammit! its tiring to show up every night without rest, to stay back and talk to people and find out how they're doing and craft words of encouragement for each and every one of them personally. i could well have not given a rat's posterior about orientation. lets face it, who does these days? who cares about the company of dirty children playing at construction worker in the parking lot far away from one's immediate area? the sponsors for sure, and they have every right to be there. but respect also those who give, not of money but their time. by not understanding the heart of the people who show up for you, you spit on their charity, the precious time which they have given which you cannot return to them. and in so doing, you show your lack of manners. it is this same paradigm shift in attitude which drives your seniors away from visiting you, it reeks of a foul egotism which cannot be allowed so early in your career.
by exaggeration, you also show either a poor memory or a lack of integrity. i did not make them sing every night, although the singing was... *searches for a kind word* sub-par. i wish i could have done so, but it was not meant to be. and to say that i held them back from going home on time, up until 11pm every night? you bare-faced liar! they were dispersed far and wide before eleven, possibly an good half hour earlier on most nights, and i only pushed the song, what, 3 of the 8 nights before All Night Long. glue for sticking bits onto the float must have addled your brain...
and finally, i'm a Year 6, you fool. remember that. [/rant]
and to end with a little quote, here's something i found while reading a bit of fiction...
'Not all of me is dust. Within my song, safe from the worm, my spirit will survive'
- Alexander Pushkin
what kind of song, what kind of legacy will i leave? hopefully one that resounds richer and louder than that which that damn fool of a junior dares to think of me...