Digging for gold and a USC president
I'm trying, I really
am. Often I don't, but this time I'm going all out. I'm trying to be knowledgeable
and informed about the University Students' Council presidential race.
It's my third year; I attend class and can give directions to lost students
about how to find the USC office. Surely, I can get to the bottom of the
six candidates running for USC president and figure out who would be best-suited
for the job.
So, I grabbed all the pamphlets from candidate supporters on campus. I
read all the words eagerly well, most of them anyway. I graded
the logos that big varsity looking "Y" for Paul Yeoman
looks cool, perhaps he's my guy. I tried to learn what Brook Dyson's four
points were. I tried to see what the connection was between Neil Uttamsingh
not a strapping jock looking fellow and his hockey-inspired
campaign logo. Did I want to hear the scream of Myron "the siren"
Belej scream? Perhaps I did.
I was interested in the parking problem. A candidate thinks the USC should
take a stance on Iraq. Alright, let's hear what he has to say. I say "he"
because there are no women running. So much for the feminist vote.
I shook hands with a few candidates a firm handshake is not a bad
start. I spoke to the USC big shots who actually know what's going on.
"They don't know what they have to do as president," replied
one vice-president. "It's about knowledge of the system and character."
Alright, so I'm looking for knowledge and character. But they all purport
to be about what the average student wants. They don't want to talk about
their platforms; they want to listen to the all-important average student.
But I know average students, and they don't want many things other than
to be left alone. They sure don't want to take a year off and run a complex
body like the USC.
My efforts to understand the campaign have taken time. Last week, I went
to a USC forum. I sat in the chairs with the USC councillors and T-shirt
wearing supporters. I took my lunch; I was ready to listen.
A student asked why the candidates' didn't have their platforms written
right on their T-shirts. He didn't think it would make for ugly shirts
and wanted a few hundred words on each shirt. I didn't understand the
reasoning for this, but I sat and listened. I imagined I would be wiser
for listening to all six answers. The question was then worded differently
by the same gentleman and asked again. Again I listened, waiting for my
candidate to emerge.
On Monday, the candidates debate was still going on 135 minutes after
it began. Current USC President Chris Sinal sure is thorough with his
questions, I thought. I guess he's determined to prove that whoever gets
that couch in his office will be as worthy as he was.
On the subject of intramural fees, candidate Mohamed Al Sabawi said, "I
don't play intramural sports, but I have friends who do," before
joining the bandwagon of candidates expressing the views of "average
students." "I'm not informed, but I know people who are,"
might also have fit well. I know average students who play intramural
hockey on Friday afternoons hungover and think the $80 fee for the whole
season is a pretty sweet deal.
I don't want to be an apathetic voter, but I'm struggling, and I'm not
alone. The dozen or so students not wearing candidate T-shirts at the
debate had a look on their face that said, "I've just walked into
the wrong class and I don't understand." I've got a week though;
my level of knowledge can only increase. I'll let you know how it goes.