January 19th, 2004

wistful, sell the world, snape

musing on the nature of student groups...

I just had one crazy-ass dream.

You see, Rally was putting on this fun day, and I had decided to go just as a graduate student, and have fun and maybe win some prizes. But the undergraduates that were doing the work were jealous of me because I was not helping them out, and some of them vocally pointed this out repeatedly, to the point where I really wasn't having fun. So I pulled the person aside for a chat, and while I didn't totally finish it (Bonds tagging out some Pirates player in the *outfield* on a TV screen distracted us), it gave me some food for thought.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my time with the University of California Rally Committee. I loved it dearly, and I had a blast, and it's part of the reason that I love my beloved Bears so much. But on the other hand, it really fucked up some parts of me, and I think I'm still trying to recover from it.

In the dream, what I said to the person was this: "As an undergraduate, I never got to attend one of these things just as a normal *student*. I was always running hither and fro as part of Rally, and I never got to be just a plain student. And I was trying to enjoy this event as just a plain student, but people keep telling me I should be working with you guys, even though I'm only periphrially related to the Committee, and that it's not fair."

As I said, don't get me wrong. One of my proudest moments was doing carpet duty in the last game at Harmon, proudly standing there as Al Grigsby got his uniform number retired, and the following sleepover, which involved a game of barefoot basketball (and a badly sprained ankle). I loved the trips to the Farm to watch Big Game, and the one to see Cal-'Furd basketball at Maples, which gave me my first closeup view of the Axe. I loved campus guarding, the effort to keep Stanford folks from wrecking our campus (even if we did have some troubles stopping them at times), and I even enjoyed the tedious nature of setting up card stunts.

But at the same time that was going on, I didn't enjoy the obvious clique, that I wasn't a part of. I hardly ever went to parties, they seemed to me to be just a bunch of people getting drunk and I (a person who didn't drink) never really had much fun at them, except for making small talk with people. And because I didn't really participate in this scene (or the frat/sorority scene, which is where a lot of the members came from), when it came time to form the Executive Committee (the folks that run rally), I never was chosen to be part of the group, and it really made banquets bittersweet, and I spent most of the party afterwards on a couch watching people get drunk and party, and feeling so very disconnected from my peer group.

It doubly bothered me with something else that occured. I'm technically not supposed to talk about it, but Rally has a bit of an initiation, and it was one of the prouder moments of my association with the committee. I won't tell you what we did, except to note that I still have a flashlight and a bag with yellow paint splattered on them, which, if you're familiar with the Cal campus, you'll figure out what we had to do.

Anyway, supposedly, the members of ExComm had to be previously initiated, or so I thought. But at the end of my freshman year, when Popper (the new chair) did the decision of who was going to be on his ExComm...he a) didn't choose me, which made me angry (i'd poured my heart and my soul into the committee that year) and b) he chose a couple people who *hadn't* been initiated yet.

And I didn't realize that I still carry the scars of that rejection, and the one the following year, which, after I worked very hard to come up with the perfect application, and even drew some clever card stunts, was rejected from ExComm by Gina. And it was at that point that I really never did a lot with Rally again. Because I had worked very hard, and it wasn't noticed and wasn't rewarded, and it just felt like I wasn't important to the committee.

Luckily, I found the Open Computing Facility and probably made a bigger contribution to campus life than I could have with Rally, and I still have a couple very good friends I've made through the OCF -- Luns and spitgirl, so in the end it works out.

But for some reason, the rejection scars from Rally mean more in this darkest hour before the dawn.
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    Toy Story (Randy Newman) - I Will Go Sailing No More

Off to the City...

katster is off to San Francisco, and Golden Gate Park, in an attempt to find the earthquake memorial. Although she's pretty sure her GM messed up the scene slightly when we played it. ;) (Although to be fair, I ought to note that the GM has never really been to SF, and the mess-up is forgiveable.)

Anyway, I'll try to avoid the Shedim [/injoke] and I'll be back later...
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    chipper chipper

in the City...

I am in San Francisco, hanging out in a wireless cafe at the corner of Geary and 20th Ave. I made the trip to Golden Gate Park, and there's an entry forthcoming about that.

I just figured I'd mention it because I like to log in from odd places.

And for the sake of the proprieter, if you ever find yourself in the Richmond District of SF, go to Java Cat, on the corner of Geary and 20th Ave. They'll treat you right. :)
smilingkat, halifax, happy

The trip to the earthquake memorial

I don't have a lot of battery, so I'm just typing general impressions of the locale in. Some of the references might be vague to most of you, and those refs are in mainly for the sake of my fellow gamers who read this -- shadur and aris_tgd, as well as my GM, inflection, and it might tickle the funny bone of archangelbeth and malakim. For the rest of you, the refs are about a role playing game called In Nomine, and my trek into San Francisco to find the Tether to Infernal Fire. And all things considered, after some googling, it ended up not being very hard to find.

This entry includes a lot of pictures, so I'm going to Collapse )

I hope you enjoyed this romp through Golden Gate Park. Now I have to get downtown to meet Luns for dinner. Catch y'all latah. :)

[I need an exploring icon or an SF icon...but this'll work.]
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    the cafe's music