A Student of Whom? Surely Not Me!

Student Government. What a debacle! What a joke!

Our president feels that he can tell everyone what to do, and, by his decree, we must surely just believe him. The other student representatives are frustrated. I am frustrated. I'm not included in any decisions, agendas, event planning sessions. I'm tired of being frustrated.

I have come to a point where I do not even want to be a part of student government at Owens. I'm tired of fighting with the acting president. I'm tired of being an elected official whose voice isn't heard. I'm truly thinking long and hard about resigning. There's one major reason that I have not gone ahead with it: the money. The Vice President gets a $750 scholarship for the academic year. This is money that I need.

I'm just so displeased with the current lack of actual leadership. He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't take advice. There's going to be a revolt. Those student representatives aren't going to put up with his crap for long.

Here's an example of what I mean. These are the things that they've said about him:

"My God, he's dumber than a box of rocks!"
"We never get anything done!"
"It's a good thing we have Jessica here. It's clear that she's the brains of the operation."
"I'm tired of this 'share one good thing' crap!"

In reference to the last one, he makes us all go around the table at the meeting and "share something positive that happened to you this week." This is a prime example of the time-wasting that goes on at these meetings. We spent a half an hour of an hour-long meeting going through sugary sweet positives. We didn't even get halfway through the agenda before our hour was up. I had to go to class, so I didn't even get to be there for the important part of the meeting.

The last student government fought so hard to get us these scholarships. If we don't resolve this issue with our Treasurer and Secretary (long story short--they chose their class over our meeting. I'm okay with that, but you can't keep the scholarships for a job you're not doing, you know?) before these refunds go out, we're going to be in some serious trouble. Our student government is already on probation because our last president took the money and resigned in less than half a semester. If we don't figure this out--and soon--everyone will lose it. I don't want to be the student government that screws it up for everyone.

Yet, when I try to discuss this with the current president, I get nowhere. In fact, last night on the phone, he told me that I didn't "understand" what he was doing and that I should "just let me handle it." I dislike the implication that I am incompetent. I also dislike the implication that I can't possibly handle anything as well as the Almighty Chris, control freak extraordinaire. I do admit, however, that I didn't handle it well, and I hung up on him. I'm just really done with being treated like I'm the fool.

I have more too say, but I almost don't want this to get too long. It suffices to say that the family situation has not improved. Rather, I feel that this three day weekend will be less the blessing that I desired it to be and more the curse I know it will. My mother is...something else. Couple her with the stress of school, student government, and work, and we may find that I will have had an aneurysm.

Can I become a student of the new school punk and just live on destruction? Can't I just quit everything and thrive on anarchy?

Nope. It's too late for that. I've already shown myself what I'm capable of doing. It would be so much easier if I had no concept of potential and, thus, no understanding of what it would be like to disappoint myself.