Showing posts with label The Society. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Society. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Give me Moors

Our Society's treasurer sent out an email to our new members to get their help with an event:

Dearest New Members,

I still need one or two moor people for this opportunity, let me know if you're interested.

Cheers,
-TH

In case you were not aware, Moors are Muslims of North African decent who conquered what is now Modern Spain and Portugal and started the Iberia Caliphate which lasted almost 800 years.

It's also a derogatory term for muslims and blacks.

Well done sir, well done.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Party for new members

For out debating society we have a semester in which newly added member need to fill a number of requirements to become a regular member of the society.

Don't worry, it isn't hazing. But still it can be rough. You have a number of requirements to fill, including the presentation which every new member must give and pass to become a regular member at the end of the semester.

Anyway, today was our new member party. Me being on the Ways and Means Committee, had to help organize this festive event today. Which was kind of exciting for me because it is the first time I bought a Keg by myself.

It feels like a right of passage.

Though I better be reimbursed. Just saying. Its bad enough I had to put the deposit on the tap under my name, on my credit card (which my parents pay for). But, anyway, I'm writing this drunk so it might not make that much sense. Thought as I walked back I realized that I didn't have my key.

Damnit.

I never forget my key this late.

So I called my roommate. No answer. Then I call him about 3 more times. Anytime he a phone rings whiles he's trying to sleep he gets all pissy, thought usually its his phone, and then after he gets mad at me, he feels guilty and mumbles sorry before going back to sleep.

But he ignored my calls tonight.

Douche.

So I ended up walking around our building and banging on our window with my Gatorade bottle (because I'm a responsible drunk, ELECTROLYTES!!!) screaming his name, and finally, he did respond, and I got in.

Thats what you get for ignoring me.

Open the damn door. I'd do it for you!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Devils Advocate

We had interviews for the Society this week.

They were intense.

Get the image out of your head that this is a nice one-on-one conversation. There are no questions like "what can you bring to the society" or "Why do you think the Society would be a good fit for you." We don't sit and grin while you come up with some frivolous B.S. We berate you, demand for you to defend your argument, and try to find holes in your argument so we can shoot you down. Because we will shoot you down. We enjoy it.

While this is going to be an anonymous blog (mainly so I can rant without anyone I know finding out) I still can't explain the interview process in detail; but a general outline should be more than enough to understand the exhausting hell we force potential members to go through.

We create a small panel that goes over the interviewee's card, and see if we are knowledgeable enough to ask them questions on their "interests." Then we meet them, shake their hands, sit them down in a cycle of chairs, and swoop in for the kill.

If you put down "Movies" as an interest, you better be able to answer "are movies art?" define "what is art," discuss the role of censureship and government involvement in the arts, and why anyone should even care about art at all.

"What is Art?"
"Well, Art is in the eye of the beholder"
"What if I say the Mona Lisa isn't art. Am I right?"
"You have to consider the intent of the Artist"
"So when I write a grocery list, that isn't art?"
"Right"
"What if I wrote one and said it was"
"Well, then, yes"
"But, I thought you said a grocery list wasn't art"
"Well it depends on the what viewer thinks"
"Wait, so 'art' is based on both the intent of the artist and the view of the beholder? How can it be both"
" . . . "
"let's move on"

I can't tell you how many of those conversations I had this week, including an English major who couldn't define Literature. Not even a short definition that could withstand minor scrutiny. How can you go to college to study something and not even know what it is? Seriously.

Other most common shitty responses were:

"No evidence, is evidence"
"You can just tell when you see it"
"It just 'is'"

Wishy-washy answers are annoying, particularly when were required to make each interview last for a specified amount of time (though usually make up our minds in the first 15 min.). Some of the worst interviews are when people don't take positions at all. Getting answers out of them was like trying to play dominos on a water bed.

"I guess you can see it that way" "Some, people might say that" "You can look at it different ways I guess"

You do realize this is a debating society, don't you?

Sad.

But of course with any group, along with very smart people (and some slow and indecisive ones) you get some real gems.

I read one card where the person put "Cheerful Colors" and "Happiness" among her
interests. . . It ended up being an exhausting interview as she fumbled on and on about happiness and colors while simultaneously vomiting rainbows and butterflies.

After finally getting the last bit of Sesame Street logic out from underneath my nails. I was ready to interview again.

This time it was a girl who though water bottles were immoral, even if you are helping a community in Africa that doesn't have a clean source of water. When asked her what was an alternative she responded:

"Brita Filters!"

*Blank stares*

And I was on some of the more sane panels. Some of my fellow members also interviewed people who believed that we should enslave all humans to create economic growth and that freedom of speech was important, in case we encountered people from different dimensions who wished to impart their knowledge on us.

Overall we were able to pluck some very intelligent people out of the jumbled mix, who unfortunately don't have nearly as amusing stories, but we have a very promising class this semester.

I have come out of the week feeling a little prouder of my intelligence and little questionable about my College's admissions process.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Bourbon= Knowledge

I go to a University in the South. Ergo, I drink a lot of Bourbon. I never had Bourbon before I came to college, but since I joined our University's debating team, Bourbon has become my life blood.

We had our first meeting of the semester the other day, and because I had been sober all break (obviously my New Years sucked this year) I went a little overboard. Ever have half a solo cup of straight hard booze after several hours of drinking? Needless to say, I married Ms. Toilet that night.

It was a private ceremony.

As the next week unfolded, I slowly learned what happened that night. First of all, I didn't remember that I blacked out. In other words I didn't remember, that I didn't remember, or as I like to call it "College Amnesia." Then I found out that I called one of my old friends who goes to another university and with whom I had a fight with and haven't talked to since. I'm sure the voicemail message was painful and I'll never hear from her again. I'm sure I'll write about that soon, prepare yourselves. On a slightly less embarrassing note, however, I learned that Bourbon (which always deserves capitalization) gives me special abilities.

When I'm drunk I can speak LATIN.

Yes, Latin. I'm well known for speaking French when I get drunk. No big deal. I've been taking French for 3 years. What good is studying a language if you cant 't leave long grammatically incorrect voicemails on your friends' phones. But Latin? I took Latin in high school, which means I remember squat. Sure, I can recollect some basic phrases, and can translate a few simple (and short) lines if I have help, but thats it. Thats why I was dumbfounded when my Anarchist Associate, as I shall call him (yes, I know he lives in dream land) told me that I was not only speaking Latin, but speaking it INTELLIGIBLY.

I cannot do this sober.

This has lead me to the conclusion that Bourbon is magical. I don't know what it is about Bourbon that makes me find lost brain cells from my pathetic attempt to learn Latin in high school. But it did.

Bourbon is magic shit.

It has just the right amount of pretentious "I go to a prestigious University" mixed with just enough "Let's get smashed!" to be the perfect drink for a debate "Society."

I just realized by the way, that my attempt at alliteration —"Anarchist Associate"— is abbreviated "A.A." Let's step back a moment and enjoy the irony that I nicknamed the person who told me the silly shit I did when I was drunk, "A.A."Do you think my subconscious is trying to tell me something?

I'm drinking Bourbon again tomorrow night. Maybe it will enlighten me.

UPDATE: This week during interviews, I've had at least two people ask me to be on certain panels because "you speak Latin, right?'