I've been going through my notepads, purging it of outdated stuff whether it be old notes or ideas that just didn't meet the sufficient level of muster required for online regurgitation--yes, I know, I took a really roundabout way of saying, "I'm throwing out the trash," but it just sounds cooler the way I said it--and in the process, I found notes about a reporting excursion I had.
In the second floor of the ASUCI office at UCI was a room called Balboa Island A. I never really took the time to understand the naming convention employed at the Student Center but names included Pacific Ballroom, Emerald Bay, Lido Isle, Moss Cove, etc., etc.
In Balboa Island A was a meeting for the Student Services interns, and it was a week before Shoctoberfest. There were a bunch of balloons around and I had to wonder if this was a meeting or a party. As the meeting got under way, all the interns were supposed to stand up or sit on the floor, despite rows and rows of empty chairs in the back. Since I wasn't an intern, I sat my ass down in a chair.
Always with the icebreakers...was this necessary? Everybody had to meet two people, and I happened to meet with an another Thanh. He shook my hand and said, "My name is Thanh." I had to do a double-take--dude stole my words! Now I'm just thinking, too many Thanhs on the dance floor, too many Thanhs, too many Thanhs!
These people just operated on a whole different vibe. Too much enthusiasm, rambunctiousness, and spirit. What kind of ungodly collection of people have I stumbled upon? Who were these demented and highly motivated individuals who truly believed in their school? They were drunk off of their own energy, just babbling nonsense for the sake of reaction.
One of the guys said his favorite movie was "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly." He automatically wins the night for his supremely good taste.
Advertising has become really simple these days. Facebook spam, that's the strategy. Too many people abuse it--I should cleanse them from my Friends list.
It was story time now, the interns breaking into smaller commissions. I heard tales of eating loudly, working in the rain, and getting stuck in the elevator. I don't think these interns understood the meaning of the phrase "interesting story."
Enough of this, I'm outta here. Standing in the elevator, I realized that one of the interns was my group partner from my management class.
Small campus.
