So so so much to tell, so so so little time.
Alright…let's do this thing!
Our Folklore Department t-shirts have finally come out. Hooray. I have a couple, and some people out there might start finding strange, squishy packages coming in the mail. These won't be the t-shirts, and I suggest you toss those packages out without opening them. I will pack the t-shirts in tiny, hard boxes. Those you can open.
The t's say “FOLK U.” in that university block lettering. Under that it says “Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore Department.” Now, I think this is very cute and cool, but some of you may not feel comfortable wearing such a shirt to, oh say, work? Or your grand******'s house? Or babysitting the local pastor's children? Whatever--your hang-ups are your own.
I'm just happy we even have departmental shirts now, ‘cause those snooty engineering, nursing and education departmentee's were starting to tick me off…lording their fancy shirts, jackets, hoodies, sweatpants, belts, keychains, mugs, pens, book bags, backpacks over us. Now we have…t'shirts…and maybe magnets. Whatever.
Also in Folklore Department news, I should now be addressed as Madame President. Or, El Presidente. Yep, I was voted in as President of the Folklore Society at our last meeting. How did this occur, you wonder. Well, due to my tireless efforts in the department, my selfless acts of charity, my amazing folkloric brain….oh, and the fact that the president has to be an undergrad and there are only two undergrads staying for the summer, one of them being me….sealed the deal. Yep, it was quite funny. We were an unratified society due to not having any executives in place. So, at this meeting we set about rectifying the situation. When it became apparent that by campus rules the president should be an undergrad, we had to see how many undergrads were actually going to be here for the summer semester. Two of us raised our hands, me and a fellow I shall name Otis. His name is not Otis, but I like the name Otis, so there you have it. In fact, I may start calling him Otis at school. Anyhow, at this point my friend Gillian (her real name) nominates me for the spot. Though I was honestly shocked, I have to admit that I was kinda pleased. My name gets placed on the whiteboard. Then, Otis indicates that he would also like to try for the spot, so his name gets put up as well. I attempted to nominate Otis for the role of Vice-President, in order to protect my already tentative rule, but (after a good chuckle at my audacity) we decided that whoever didn't get the top spot would default to the second spot anyways.
At this point, they ask Otis and I to leave the room to vote. Someone suggested we make speeches, but after Otis' grand yelp of “Folklore Presidency 2004!!” I decided to pass. As we stood outside, Otis fills time and space by telling me that his desire for the presidency was not a slap in the face to my nomination, but that competition is a good thing, and that he's a rebel who likes to mix things up. I nod and smile and gaze at Professor Hot Prof. (who shall remain nameless) who's walking up the corridor. When the door to the meeting opens again, we are greeted with “Madame President, Mister Vice-President” and I must admit I felt a strange wave of vindication. Why or at whom remains a mystery. I also feel a strange wave of panic as I realize that I have now got more work to do this summer. Ah well. Once my Presidential Billy Club comes in the mail, I'll feel a lot better. Besides, this will really pad up my résumé.
And it looked like I was going to move this summer. However, due to a whole lot'a hassle goin' on, I've decided to stay put till the fall. In September there is a Folklore house in the works. Three fine women from my department, and one woman's fine man, and me, are all going to get a house together. I think it's going to be a really good thing, and I must say I'm mightily looking forward to it. For now, I'm just going to accept the fact that I'm really not going to save any money this summer (unless I finish my book or get a kick ass job) and just work hard in class, etc.
Ok, well, there's some update for y'all. I have to go and get showered and head out to the library. I'm sick, so it should be a fun, fuzzy-headed adventure.
Peace out, and you can send your presidential gifts along anytime now.
The Venus who wears the Fangs with pride!