excellent vintage whining
can i just say something totally grr-inducing? (as if anyone could stop me)
some of my past posts contain references to work for school. i can safely say that nothing in my first four years of after high school education prepared me for the sheer number of things i have managed to volunteer myself for.
maybe it's the people i work with.
the current lsg president and my personal up law mother hen (along with her devoted one-my father hen) are such joys to be with-seriously. they look out for me and encourage me and generally help me make my way through the land-mine-riddled battlefield better known as law school as unscathed as someone like me could ever be.
the other lsg people, the vp and the secretary, whose projects i happen to find myself involved in every now and then. they're clear about the direction they're headed, they don't bullshit me, they're always ready to clarify things for me.
and the other people in the many other committees, like sanne, elson, ate nayna, leni, my many blockmates who never hesitate to help. work even when you like it is work, and really for me to maintain focus i need to think of it as work, but these people, they make it happy, easy work.
or maybe it's the actual work itself, which for the most part is the thing i enjoy the most about law school. i enjoy helping. i enjoy making things easier for people. i enjoy working with people. and selfishly, i enjoy the adrenaline rush.
but (and after the long meandering thing there is a BUT)
there are things that make me regret taking on these projects, that somehow manage to make me question why the hell i even go out of my antisocial shell and set myself up for work my current academic load (and list of deficiencies) dictates i should let go of.
take, for example, people who refuse to cooperate. like a certain person from a certain fresh block who, instead of answering a relatively straightforward question, tried to send me off on a quest for information from someone else when he had what i was askng for in the first place and even wasted a text message to reply in that altogether useless manner.
like someone- i won't say who but only cause i don't know who the fuck s/he is and really i don't want to know- who talked to me about a certain project in a way that was distinctly annoying, considering that whatever was coming out of his or her mouth wasn't really that impressive anyway.
and then there are people who seem to think i value their opinions, like people who can't seem to understand that events such as the one taking place next week aren't the proper venue for uptight prissiness. you join a contest, you don't make the grade, you get heckled. such is the way of the world. deal with it. feel free to get your panties in a twist, but please, twist them far away from me.
seriously.
some of my past posts contain references to work for school. i can safely say that nothing in my first four years of after high school education prepared me for the sheer number of things i have managed to volunteer myself for.
maybe it's the people i work with.
the current lsg president and my personal up law mother hen (along with her devoted one-my father hen) are such joys to be with-seriously. they look out for me and encourage me and generally help me make my way through the land-mine-riddled battlefield better known as law school as unscathed as someone like me could ever be.
the other lsg people, the vp and the secretary, whose projects i happen to find myself involved in every now and then. they're clear about the direction they're headed, they don't bullshit me, they're always ready to clarify things for me.
and the other people in the many other committees, like sanne, elson, ate nayna, leni, my many blockmates who never hesitate to help. work even when you like it is work, and really for me to maintain focus i need to think of it as work, but these people, they make it happy, easy work.
or maybe it's the actual work itself, which for the most part is the thing i enjoy the most about law school. i enjoy helping. i enjoy making things easier for people. i enjoy working with people. and selfishly, i enjoy the adrenaline rush.
but (and after the long meandering thing there is a BUT)
there are things that make me regret taking on these projects, that somehow manage to make me question why the hell i even go out of my antisocial shell and set myself up for work my current academic load (and list of deficiencies) dictates i should let go of.
take, for example, people who refuse to cooperate. like a certain person from a certain fresh block who, instead of answering a relatively straightforward question, tried to send me off on a quest for information from someone else when he had what i was askng for in the first place and even wasted a text message to reply in that altogether useless manner.
like someone- i won't say who but only cause i don't know who the fuck s/he is and really i don't want to know- who talked to me about a certain project in a way that was distinctly annoying, considering that whatever was coming out of his or her mouth wasn't really that impressive anyway.
and then there are people who seem to think i value their opinions, like people who can't seem to understand that events such as the one taking place next week aren't the proper venue for uptight prissiness. you join a contest, you don't make the grade, you get heckled. such is the way of the world. deal with it. feel free to get your panties in a twist, but please, twist them far away from me.
seriously.
posted by peach at 12:52 AM
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