My alma mater has been international news for the past two days because our students’ association did something that was thoughtless and fundamentally stupid.
I have been infuriated since I heard the story, and not just by the motion itself which was poorly researched and badly presented. The thing that is making me even more angry is the student representatives have absolutely no understanding of what they did wrong.
The motion put forth said that Carleton would no longer participate in Shinerama, a nationwide fundraiser for Cystic Fibrosis that students take part in every frosh, because CF is not an inclusive enough disease and all students taking part in the fundraiser should feel connected to the cause they are helping. The president said the preamble – the part that was factually inacurate and explosive in the media (left and right-wing) – wasn’t what the vote was actually about, they were only voting on whether they would continue to take part in Shinerama and the preamble could have said anything.
I,for one,have never heard of voting for a motion without voting for the wording of the motion – Shouldn’t you agree with the “whereas” if you’re going to support the conclusion?
The kid who drafted the motion has apologized for mis-interpreting the word Caucasian and nothing else. In fact, he’s made in worse by saying that continuing to support a cause that saves the lives of children across the country reflects “the same mentality that kept slavery legal and prevented the women’s vote.”
As well as improving his vocabulary and research skills, he might want to work on a little bit of history.
With this motion CUSA managed to hurt the school. Alumni are worrying about the value of their degrees and wondering if they’ll ever again be moved to donate money to the school, the members of CUSA seems to be looking around at the world and thinking: “What?”
That is what makes me so angry. In fact, that is what has made me angry about CUSA every year since I enrolled at Carleton in 2004 – through the ridiculousness of the ‘Save student space’ campaign, through the ‘anti-choice’ free speech debacle, and now here we are. They always seem to choose a cause and then fight for it with all their might, even after they’ve been proven wrong, even after the students they’re supposed to represent start fighting back.
I was giddy yesterday that CUSA was finally getting its cumuppance for being so “activist” I guess they’d call it, but then more and more media outlets started covering the story and they weren’t writing about CUSA, they were writing about Carleton students that did this. They aren’t making the distinction and I can’t make them. CUSA doesn’t understand Carleton students aren’t all like them and neither does the mainstream media, and that hurts me and all my friends who went to Carleton or are still in the process of getting their degrees.
I am left to wonder what these execs have done to their own futures through this whole situation. I think they’ll be hard-pressed to find an employer who wouldn’t at least google them, and then they’ll have to explain themselves all over again. Maybe in a few years they’ll have had the chance to give it some more thought, but right now they’re not apologetic in the least.
I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.
Until I was diagnosed three years ago I had never heard of PCOS and now it is my daily frustration. What it means is that my hormones are un-balanced. It makes it hard for me to lose weight, which is the one thing I have to do to get the disease under control. It means that my fertility is at risk and I could get ovarian or cervical cancer.
Three months ago I had it under control and now I don’t any more. I was managing my weight and then I went away to work in Montreal for a month. I got sloppy. I didn’t have time to cook for myself and I certainly didn’t have time to buy groceries. I lived on take out and mistakenly thought that the walking I was doing would even everything out.
Then I came home and started working 13 or 14 hour days and ate just so my body would keep going.
And in those three months I gained back about 15 lbs of the 35 I lost last year.
I have no choice but to work very, very hard to get back on track, but it’s even harder than last time and I’m not sure what I can do.
I chose to rant about this today because I am heading out to a doctor’s appointment and she is going to scold me and I’m not in the mood for it.
I was intrigued by this, the Yarn Harlot’s ode to the Noro Stripe Scarf, and yesterday I happened to stop by the yarn shop after a doctor’s appointment (I was in the area and thinking about Christmas gifts), and I they had Noro Silk Garden and it was pretty and I bought two skeins and starting knitting the scarf last night.
All it is is 1×1 ribbing, 2×2 stripes. It’s very simple, and very pretty. Last night I thought mine didn’t look like the pictures I had seen online and was a bit disappointed. This morning I looked at it again and thought it was lovely (even though I’ve only got about 3 inches of scarf right now).
Now, I’m sitting here wishing I was at home so I could work on it, thinking about asking my husband to bring it to trivia tonight so I can work on it there. Sad that it will be too late to work on it when I get home.
And I have no idea at what point I became obsessed with this scarf. It’s like the Noro has some power over me.
I have had many a conversation with my peers about the safety measures parents seem to take in this 21st century. I have watched a beautiful wood play structure that I enjoyed for my entire childhood disappear in favour of a much shorter plastic one. Though I was never hurt when using that structure – and never heard any stories of my friends and classmates being hurt, it was decided by that generation younger than my parents but older than my friends that the potential for splinters and scratches was too much for their children.
For years parents have protected their children from any kind of bacteria that could harm them – and allergy levels have risen and germs are starting to mutate and these people are growing up with weak immune systems, petrified of dirt and what it might do to them.
This morning I was doing my usual scan of the newspapers and I finished with the Globe and Mail’s Facts and Arguments, which consists of a personal essay and a small collection of interesting facts and stories in the news. Today there was a note about the ever-increasing number of British children who are starting school not knowing which hand is their dominant one. Apparently parents are so worried about letting their kids crawl or lie on their stomach, that these children don’t develop right-left coordination with their arms and legs. The psychologist source also blames television and video games saying that children aren’t using their hands enough to grasp concepts like weight and volume.
I can’t imagine being that old – I would think at least 4 or 5 – and not know that I’m right handed. I can’t imagine not be allowed to crawl and explore and I certainly can’t imagine not using my hands to play. Grabbing at things around you and feeling them in your hands should be an integral part of childhood – just like scraping your knees and getting dirty.
Last night the hubby and I took a trip to Chapters and in my perusal I saw a book in the reference section that was written to teach it’s reader how to journal. My response to this book was that if you need a book to teach you how to keep a journal you’re doing it wrong. There should be no work and no studying involved.
Today at work I came across a CP story about a new course at Simon Fraser University that teaches students how to blog.
Again, if you need training on how to blog you’re doing it wrong.
I’ll bet I have less technical skill than a lot of the students at Simon Fraser (being several years their senior – I didn’t start using a computer until Grade 1, they’ve probably had a computer in some form or another since birth) and I’ve started several blogs. I’ve managed to add photos and links and embed documents and do most of the stuff you’d want to do on a blog.
I am back to work next Tuesday and I have developed a great desire to start fresh and get back on track.
Before the wedding I was getting my exercise, I was paying attention to what I put in my body, I even got somewhat of a handle on my debt. Then my world changed rapidly – I lost my job, I moved to Saskatchewan, I got a new job with hours I had never worked before. Suddenly it felt like I had no time to do anything but work and sleep and be depressed an moody because I wasn’t sleeping properly. I had panic attacks at work when I was asked to do new things that required more skills and more care.
Then the election happened and I learned what it’s really like to not have time for anything but work and sleep. For almost three months I was exhausted – mind, body and soul.
Now I’ve had the chance to rest. I’ve accomplished everything I wanted to during my vacation: Catching up on my sleep, catching up on my TV shows, getting my exercise, knitting, cooking, reading, taking care of my husband and my puppy and spending time with friends. I even got the chance to do a few extra things: We went to a Senators game and to see the Cirque du Soleil, I bought a puzzle and completed it (2000 pieces), something I haven’t done in years, I got started on my Christmas knitting and my Christmas shopping and I had time to sit back, have some fun and evaluate what I want, how I want to get there, what I need to make me a whole person.
I need exercise and, it turns out, I love to sweat. I pull up something on the PVR and get on the bike and I really feel as though I’m working hard. When I decide that it’s hard and I’m only going to go for 15 minutes and end up completing my 30 I allow myself to be proud.
I need fresh air. One of my absolute favourite things is taking Henry to the off-leash park. He runs and I walk and me thoughts are as free to roam as he is.
I need to be taught. I yearn to take classes. My brain needs guidance sometimes. I want to take writing classes and dance classes and knitting classes and anything else that strikes my fancy. I don’t think I’ll ever lose that desire. I blame my parents.
I need family. With my mother, grandfather and sister all across the country – the people that formed my universe when I was growing up – I have had to adjust a lot in the past year. Joe and I got married and went away for a week and when we got back my Mom was retired and gone and suddenly I was completely responsible for everything in my life – and not just my life. Now Joe and I are family and we have to work together to make sure we can sustain ourselves. It terrifies me to rely on him that much – it terrifies me more to rely on myself that much.
I remember when I was a kid and I was out of school sick for a couple of days or a week and the dread I used to feel having to go back. It felt like everything must have changed and I would be even further behind than before. The last time I took a week off work I went back pretty much just to clean out my desk. Now I’ve been off for three weeks from a job that was never really mine in the first place and I have absolutely no idea what to expect when I go back.