It feels odd sending out a message to call for the last ever 2nd management comm meeting. It seems like not too long ago when we were all sitting in the crit room introducing ourselves to one another… And not much longer before that I was standing in front of the entire ADM (all 100 of us) at our first ever elections (or second, anyway. Complicated stuff.)
The past two years have been full of so many ups and downs that I haven’t had the time to sit down, catch my breath and reflect. And before I can get the chance to again, the 3rd management comm will commence, bringing with it yet another year saturated with hectic scampering of varying degrees of panic.
I’ve made many friends over the past couple of years. And seen the real, unabridged, not-too-nice side of some. Sure, if I had the option to go back in time, I would try not to fray those threads of friendships. But my stand would remain the same. Integrity and honor is key. As long as my conscience is clear, I can hold my head high and continue walking. We learn, we get up, we grow stronger.
Frustration is like a giant parasitic strangler plant on the banyan tree of energy. It drains the living force out of you, all the while making you look like a standing bowl of noodles. We must release all that frustration to the wind with 3 easy steps.
Fetch a bunch of rambutans.
Find a scuba diver
Then make both rambutan and scuba diver watch as you clop around in Klompens.
Easy isn’t it? I thought so too. Now all that is done, we can look to working professionally. After all, the aim is the same.
Alright enough. The more I write, the less I make sense. Must plan. Plan, plan, plan.
