My friends and I were on the cover of the student newspaper today for a piece on the Take Back The Night rally that happened yesterday!
This is one of my favorite open computer locations on campus, the vibe here is always extremely conducive to productivity; just the right amount of people and activity and pop music. I also like this one open computing area at the art school near the drawing studios, because it’s in this huge white high-ceiling room, but the vibe there is always pretentious and weird and it smells like those moldable erasers that artists use.
Ever since I started learning violin the music practice building has become my second home. This place is always silent and not busy and it’s a great place to write/read/think/be.
Programming homework + wine = accidentally drunk on campus at 2pm during a meeting with my math tutor.
Someone in my computer science class asked to have the final exam rescheduled so he could participate in some sort of Occupy “day of worker’s solidarity” protest (the answer was “no”, he seemed upset). This is the same guy who I once witnessed talking to campus police officers at the Board of Trustees meeting (Occupy people interrupted the event by entering, sitting in a circle, and chanting), passive agressively asking them to abandon their duty and join the revolution!.
Once more: The Revolution will never happen. Anarchy is not the answer. When Occupy Bloomington stops focusing on minute, immature, manufactured injustices (e.g., “boo, they won’t reschedule this final exam and stand in solidarity with The Workers!!”), then they will be able to get to the heart of the problems here. Now, however, they come off as immature, unrespectable, unkind, ideologues who are just in the game for the protest aesthetic. That’s not necessarily true of everyone, but impressions die hard I suppose.
Right now, the Occupiers are perceived by administrators AND students as a nuisance. With respect comes influence. It’s not until the Occupiers are respected at this university that they’ll have any actual legitimacy.
A quintuple haiku for the IU registrar’s office:
thank you for forcing
me out of my home. again.
your polite email
in which you divulge that you
value money more
than you value me.
when i rule this poor planet
and rain death upon,
i will point to my
unfinished degree at your
everyone will know
how you disrespected me
and what you let go.
And this is the manner in which I told my family that I will not return to school in Bloomington in the fall, rather, I am pursuing education options in Chicago. Please raise middle fingers skyward in the direction of the IU administrative bureaucracy.