Spring Break.

Hooya. Spring break is one of those events in life that is always hyped up to something so much more than it is. As of Wednesday I was licking my lips at the thought of actually sitting around for an entire week doing absolutely nothing. School has kept me insanely busy, and a week without work seemed to be an ecstatic delight. Though, as of Thursday I had two unpleasant surprises. I was asked to write a ten-page paper in History, as well as a ten-page paper in Argumentation and Debate. Shit. As a result, my entire 'one week of sitting around doing absolutely nothing' turned into 'two hours of sitting around and doing absolutely nothing’ - to which I have just finished. I figure I’d start on the History paper first, though tragically my Internet decided to die.

So, the topic of my history paper: I must do a biography of a mathematician. I've chosen a gentleman that died in a duel, Évariste Galois. So, story goes, the night before the duel he stayed up all night writing feverishly to all of his friends about the mathematical discoveries he made in a futile attempt to reach out and escape the clutches of death. I plan to transpose that situation onto the whole of humanity, once again, and in turn wrap the paper up in the fashion,

'Interestingly enough, Galois’s situation of staying up the night before his death can be symbolically broadened to that of humanity and its on going quest to escape the inevitable end that threatens to erase all its accomplishments into the cold solemn pages of “History Forgotten”. The act of Galois reaching out and trying to pass that which he knew onwards towards someone, anyone, is symbolic of the human race trying to defy the ravages of time and decay. The Egyptians built pyramids to defy their eventual erase into history, western cultures have done it via massive skyscrapers that seem to spit in the face of mortality, and so too have mathematicians tried in their vain attempt at avoiding mortality by publishing the most beautiful of equations; though in the end, all of humanity will eventually meet the same fate, the fate that Galois shared on May 31, 1832, but until that moment they are collectively staying up all night in a futile attempt to make something, anything, immortal so they that they too may escape the ravages of time, if it only be for a brief and fleeting moment."

Well, something like that. I suppose its rather tragic that I don’t know anything about him, other than his death, though I already have the entire paper constructed in my head; and not only I have done that, but I’ve also included my own twisted dismal philosophy about the future of the human race. Score!

You F!*#@ed Up by Coming Here.

O how I hate the impersonality of email! In my naive foolishness I've taken the position of being President of a local club. I figured 'President on my resume? Man, that will look sweet', though the reality just doesn’t stack up to the promising ideal.

First of all, I never truly understood the cultural phenomenon of individuals never getting involved with anything. After all, the campus is continually asking everyone, anyone, to get involved with anything! They practically beg, though no one does anything - and it certainly isn’t limited to my small neck of the woods. I went to another campus only to read the exact same thing in their campus newspaper. It read something to the effect of, "Nothing to do on campus!" and blah blah blah, I'm sure you have all read similar stories.

So being the president of this club is a complete disaster, I find I work and work only to find dead ends and people who have no interest in anything - just as I was mere days before my nomination, and eventual election. I finally understand why no one gets involved in anything, its two reasons really:

1.) Everything sucks, as it requires enormous amounts of work for bullshit causes

2.) It violates the thirty-second rule

We are having a fundraiser on Monday, though we aren’t quite certain why we are raising funds. It is an utter bureaucracy at its best! So in order to complete this fundraiser I, being the President, must gather everything together and make sure it works.

Now this is the best part:

I email multiple people only to receive cold dead professional responses indicating I’ve made a mistake - no scratch that - a F@#I email multiple people only to receive cold dead professional responses indicating I’ve made a mistake - no scratch that - a F@#$&ing mistake. It seems in every cold email I receive back for an innocent question I posed, it always reduces it to "You F!*#@ed up by coming here." No constructive response, no sympathy, no advice just a cold professional letter reducing everything to "You f@#$@ed up by coming here." Shit, after three of those letters the psychological lacerations begin to sting!

So that really pisses me off, especially considering those lacerations are not petty scratches, but rather hardcore blows intended to permanently end the inquiry! Secondly, being involved in anything violates the thirty-second rule. I must say I’ve always believed in the rule, though I’ve never truly understood it until this day.

A guy once told me, "Do not have any attachments, do not have anything in your life you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner." –Robert De Niro, Heat

Genius. I realize to fully grasp that quote you have to be a slave to something in order to realize the true philosophy of freedom behind it. Overall I must say, I’d rather be a slave to something pitiful like President of a crappy club, than be a slave to something more serious. Might as well learn now, rather than learn later.