Tidings "del Día"

To be perfectly honest, I should be reading 1984 or doing one of my tasks for National Mole (measure, not animal) Day, but I really wish I was reading Henry VI part 1. And yet, I'm blogging... sort of subtle compromise that accomplishes absolutely nothing productive. It sounds strange that I would be preferring Henry VI to 1984, and well, I think it is too. I just feel in the mood for parsing some Shakespearean English and plodding along those archetypal plots and themes. It's all like a big puzzle that you really have to work at to understand, but I've made some pretty nice improvements in this respect over the last 2 years.

The OCH has again, in its relentlessness, contacted me to give another presentation at their seasonal day-long board meeting. It looks as if I'm one of three people who will be doing this. Despite the fact that I've resented them significantly in the past, I can't help but chuckle that they keep wanting to do things with these projects. First it was to extend them into the school and community, and now it's presentations at their board meetings. Everything strikes me as a little odd.

It's about midterm time, and I am decisively positive that there is a significant amount of distaste toward me among the other class officers. Ever since I opposed having a homecoming float displaying dancing in the 1970s' style of "disco" (and was overruled, I might add), it seems that people may have a certain dislike for me, or at least a dislike for the things that I like and dislike. Things have gotten no better since I started trying to force people to input 250-300 names and phone numbers in a spreadsheet (another failed attempt; I'm ending up doing 1100-1200 myself, although two people did about 250 apiece). I think that there is a major fundamental difference at hand here. I'm not sure what, but I think it has to do with perceptions of aethetics and what is realistic and doable. Apparently disco is "so awesome!" and spending 2 hours typing in a spreadsheet is "holy crap!... impossible!".