Ah, election season. That magical time of year when the politicians emerge from the deepest depths of the netherworld with enormous signs under arm and endless literature in hand to torment the student population at large. It’s the moooost wonderful tiiiiime … of the yeeeear.
Sorry, political people, but I really don’t like student politics. Some good friends of mine are big into politics because they want to help people and make things better, and that’s just great, but it’s my opinion that the vast majority of people running for student office are in it for their own personal advancement and nothing else. Anybody who knows me well enough is pretty aware that I’ve never really held much respect for the vast, clunking machinations of campus politics, and this year is certainly no exception. The student newspaper’s accounts of the day-to-day drama of the ASUC read like a bad soap opera. They start conducting business like adults and I start giving a damn, plain and simple. As far as I’m concerned, the entire election process is a massive popularity contest. This time around even my attempts at The Walk (hands in pockets, looking straight ahead at nothing in particular, walking like you need to be somewhere pretty damn soon) have failed to deflect the sign-wielding minions a few times. Guys, I know your job sucks and that you’re probably being forced to do it, but when I look like I don’t want to be bothered, that probably means I don’t want to be bothered. That pretty much concludes my rant on that subject.
So, the E190 qualifying exam went (but I think I dropped my eraser in Sibley. Crap!) and now it’s over with. Barring any unforeseen calamity I’ll be deemed competent and I can enroll. Now the problem is actually getting into the class. Curse you, impacted courses!
I feel like I’m dragging this out. I’ll post more later if I feel like it … so much to do, so little time to do it in. Augh.
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