Day 279: The Worst Club Ever

October 6th, 2011I went to three meetings today, one of which was the worst one I quite possibly have ever gone to IN MY LIFE. At the beginning of the day I went to Vietnamese, where I had to speak in front of a class a dialogue with fellow classmates. I made everyone laugh when I accidentally mispoke labeling a male classroom my girlfriend in Vietnamese. FAIL. Afterwards I met up with my real girlfriend Geetha before I left her for work. I scanned some folders, met up with her again at Geisel, and then we eventually got lunch at Tapioca express. NOM NOM NOM. I went back to Geisel as Geetha departed for class where I played hours upon hours of the Sims Social. Geetha joined me yet again before I had to depart her for a club meeting.
TODAY was the first ever Youth for Ron Paul meeting, and I have to say it went quite well. Sure, I didn’t speak much due to my hesitation around newer people, but we basically assigned duties to the core members, my duties essentially to be the “Canvassing Director”, which has specific duties including: “Reservation for events, organize the training of students for voter contact, attending CR/CD for recruitment” as stated in the constitution. After that efficient meeting, I went to a History Town Hall Meeting to get free pizza (Round Table), as well as see “what potential jobs are available with a history degree”. Sadly, my questions were not really answered. Even though the main lady spoke saying there were plenty of non-academia related jobs one could attain using a history degree, she didn’t list any. Instead, she introduced a speaker who worked for the CIA under Bush and Obama, who contradicted her saying “You basically need a second language and a Masters to get anywhere”. The second speaker himself was from academia being a high school history teacher -_-…. My future is still screwed.
Afterwards, I met up with Bee-John at the back at Yogurt Land for a huge Pre-Dental society meeting. OH WHAT A FAIL CLUB IT IS. The meeting went way over schedule starting at 630 and ending all the way at 10. The presenters rambled on and on about random things I didn’t care about, so let’s just I’m not coming back. They were however lucky enough to be featured as an advertisment in my picture of the day, because I do value their clinical volunteering that they provide to the general public in National City and Pacific Beach. Bee-John talked to a few of the older members, who sadly but hilariously all walked away from him when he was talking because he was rambling on and on. Even the club advisor walked away from him sadly enough, stating that his clinical hours at a private firm (his uncle’s) weren’t as good as public clinical hours. I ate a ton of Costco Pizza before leaving ultimately for home, where I chillaxed for the rest of the night.