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You are now looking at the PAST President of the Glasgow University Scottish Country Dance Club. Former. I am an ex-President. I’ve hopped off the twig and kicked away that bucket of shite.
Traditionally, the GUSCDC committee gives its President a present at the Annual Ball. Last year I didn’t get one for SUSCDF, and I didn’t get one at the Ball. This year Rebecca told me the same morning “hey, we didn’t get you a present because we forgot, but we’ll get you one for the AGM”. I wasn’t surprised. And I didn’t say “no you won’t” but I was thinking it.
And today I was indeed not surprised that there wasn’t anything for me. Flannybabes and I talked about it on the way home. “We were totally planning to get you one. I don’t know what happened. We talked about it and then I thought Jenny got it done”.
And I thought “exactly”.
I don’t know where my work ethic has come from but I wish it had arrived a year ago.
Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever revised so much and so consistently in my entire life. And like, it’s good, I’m in my final year of my undergraduate degree but then you work it out and these exams are worth …2% each. 2% of my final grade. Imagine if I had spent as much time on my dissertation or Critical Reviews or whatever.
In one week I will no longer be President of the Glasgow University Scottish Country Dance Club.
In 16 days I’ll be done with my undergraduate degree.
In 9 weeks I’m moving out of Glasgow.
Tonight I’m reading some more I&C and then going to bed and tomorrow is the beginning of the end.
I have to charge my phone tonight and get all the numbers for my stewarding duties, and I need to find an article to print off, and I need to email Sarah from Psychology about meeting up next week to talk about our dissertations.
Tomorrow I need to shop, pack, cook whatever food needs cooking, print off the article(s), make sure the kitchen is tidy, clean and hang my bedsheets.
Apologies for all the Swedish posts lately - it’s that time of the year. Nostalgia is always big around now, plus semlor plus lqbt news plus royal family news plus Robert Gustafsson HILARITY makes for lots of Swedish things.
These next two weeks will see the switch to entirely dancing news, let me assure you. Ball on Saturday plus IVFDF next week equals happy but stressed SEL.
(After that the theme will be my dissertation.)
BUT! Until then it’ll be more like normal. And on the note of IVFDF, hiiii new follower/friend/dancing enthusiast harleymonster (we should totally meet at IVFDF. Are you doing circus skills? I’m doing circus skills)! And earlier this week an IRL friend shinythingsandrage joined the tumblr community, so welcome to my flock as well.
Fuck it I had a whole post written and it went away.
I had to have a good cry before dancing today. That was great.
I have a shitton of shit to do, it’s making me depressed and has hit me very suddenly.
I’m pretty sure no one in the committee appreciates me and it’s making me bitter. Pre-emptively bitter. And I’m aware that I basically just said “no one appreciates me! *sob*” like some emo asshole.
I just feel very tired.
None of them actually know what they’re supposed to do.
None of them actually do what I ask them to do and what they agree to do.
None of them think for themselves.
And I’m supposed to delegate pretty much everything, right, but then it just doesn’t fucking get done and I just do it anyway and goddamn it’s just like last year except oh wait, final year of uni here, not to mention the fact that I leave the country in 5 months and the position of President in 3 months but in just over 2 months time there will actually not be anything left for me to do.
So basically, in 2 months time they’re on their own.
I won’t thank our lovely hostessess for having us all here tonight, as I am one of them, and it sems very self-serving. Instead I’ll welcome you all to our home and say that I hope you’re all enjoying the food and company of each other tonight.
In our club, men are a commodity to be valued because there just aren’t. That. Many. Of them. We’re grateful for your company and presence, since without you it might be difficult to remember which is the men’s side of the dance. Or maybe not, because us ladies aren’t completely incompetent, after all. In any case, I’m so glad you’re part of our club, and I’m impressed so many of you keep coming back after Christmas, considering that Dhruva hasn’t.
However, we need to set some things straight.
It isn’t so much that case that we want to be men, as it is the fact that you fail at being women. Although it’s rare, it happens about once a year that a class has more men than ladies present, and in these cases we see just how badly you do when you need to take advantage of the interchangeable lady-parts in Scottish Country. I try not to pay attention to stereotypes, but perhaps it’s true that men can’t do two things at once – in this case, keep in mind what the “women” have to do in a dance and remember that for the moment, that includes you.
Another stereotype I could bring up if I was so inclined would be that men supposedly have better spatial awareness. I don’t believe that bad driving or parking is confined to one area of the gender spectrum, but I call shenanigans on the grounds that I’m pretty sure you men don’t go home complaining of bruises on your toes. Howsabout you use these spatial awareness skills to keep off our feet, please :)
When it comes to the love of dresses, though, there’s not much I can say. They’re pretty. They sparkle. They flare when we spin – but that’s not confined to dresses and skirts. You men have it easy, since you can go an entire season or four of dancing only using one kilt, with a change of shirt optional (note that washing of said shirt it not). Maybe us ladies could re-use one dress for every ball, but maybe we don’t want to. Maybe we enjoy showing our skill in finding pretty and affordable clothing, unlike you men, who don’t even find your own kilt, but always want to borrow Dead Man’s Kilt.
Ripping off a dead man. How the mighty have fallen. Howsabout you use those building-leaping skills for some good instead.
Despite these flaws, we do love you dearly. If nothing else, you’re a source of amusement for us. So ladies, please raise your glasses in a toast for the laddies!
God jul allihopa!
I hope you’ve all had a good haul and given away lots of awesome, appreciated things. The gifts I gave that were most appreciated are by far the ones I gave to my mother - a dancing hoodie and Articulate. Third came a picture of Rainbow Dash I had drawn for Fredrik and framed :) Skillz.
OH AND I HAD JULMUST WITH AKVAVIT SO TASTYTIMES
My own best gift is by far my new bag - got a sweet jeans bag that I can use for books and shopping and has POCKETS SO MANY POCKETS AND THEY HAVE ZIPPERS. I also got some sweet new suspenders (ie things that keep your trousers up) and arm warmers. No belt, however. Oooh, and a USB stick, which I definitely need for uni stuff. Yeeeaaaahhhh.
Mum also got us a fricking terrifying inflatable fish, that is filled with helium (yes, she bought a can of helium) and that is radio-controlled. So the fish floats around and kind of swims across rooms.
It’s so scary.
Especially to the cat.
AND WE GOT SKYWARD SWORD HELLS TO THE YEAH