I decided to not vote today. Having heard the speeches in chapel, I concluded that I am okay with whoever wins. I mentioned this to DeLonn Rance today at lunch.
“Obviously you’re not fasting and praying over it,” he commented while I shoveled the café’s version of pot pie into my mouth.
“No need,” I said.
It isn’t like the world will end or the campus will monumentally suck if one of them wins. The candidates pretty much agree on everything. They want to serve the students; they want to see the ASB Senate do great things; some even have experience. All didn’t say they wanted to add this their resumés, but we all know that if they win, it’s going on the resumé. My senate experience is still on my resumé.
I posted before that the ASB Senate doesn’t have the real power on this campus; the Resident Advisors do. I spent 1995 to 1997 on the ASB Senate (’cause I did the newspaper). During that time we accomplished a lot of things, but none of them lasted. We held socials. One of us tried to get a water purifier installed on campus; that didn’t happen. I tried to get a coffee shop started on campus; that didn’t happen. Neither of our yearbook editors produced a yearbook. The game room (the work of the 1993-94 Senate) opened, then closed nine months later due to neglect, and now it’s a conference room. We really didn’t do much other than meet weekly, deal with the many social functions that take place on this campus, and spend the students’ money. Just like high school.
But I need to qualify my previous statement. The ASB Senate could have real power on this campus if they chose to do something about the spiritual climate on this campus. Right now, most of the effort that I can see is being made by the staff and faculty, with the assistance of a few students. There are exceptions (there always are) but it appears a lot of the students are too busy for Jesus, and would much rather bitch about the climate than do anything to change it, or figure one good Hallelujah Night makes up for weeks of apathy. Since the ASB Senate is already in a leadership position, it can easily take the lead in this. But we’ll see. It largely depends on the president; and I suppose I’ll find out who won in the morning.
Wait… we had brisket for lunch, pot pie for dinner…
It’s a bad sign when I get meals confused.
Every so often I have to change crap on my Xanga in order to keep myself from getting tired of them. I don’t have a lot of pictures of myself (because I’m usually the one on the other side of the camera) so I make do with what I have. This week I decided on a graduation photo. I don’t look much different than I did in 1998, except I no longer have the ponytail.
I also found this photo of the U.S. flag on someone’s site; she was using it as evidence of God’s favor on America. An optical illusion as a sign of God’s favor? It just goes to show you how people begin their quest for truth with their minds first made up, then pick and choose which arguments best support their preconceived notions. In her case, illusions will do. How appropriate.
