- President of BSU Men's Soccer Club 2009-2011
+ President of BSU Anthropology Club
+ College of Social Sciences and Public Affairs - Anthropology Representative
After all these months working with soccer and sport administration, after all the hours upon hours of deliberating change and obligation, after all the fortitude and fulfillment from accomplishing and helping others to accomplish athletically, I still managed to burn down the bridge I built. Okay, maybe not burnt down per say, but significant portions of the bridge are charred - if not still burning. It is a difficult thing to know that you cannot commit fully to something, but to feel a responsibility to do so regardless. And even more so to finally decide it is time to step away and then be asked to stay, and then to stay. And if can even imagine the difficulty of doing all these things despite your stress and better judgement to be finally pushed out.
I now know personally how the work of an individual through a medium misunderstanding, disrespect, ungratefulness, and naivety can leave a filthy taste on two years delicacy. You're a rancher, and for two years you have grass fed a lean, young calf. With the help of many others, many in apprenticeship to, you've raised it to become a robust, meaty specimen. And you finally prepare to butcher it and store it in order to feast on your patience. And a week before you do, despite having everything prepared possible, it goes raving mad, foaming at the mouth and keeling over in front of you. You feel bad, you wish you'd have seen it coming. But you know that no matter how much work you've put in or hungry you might be, at least you're not a fucking mad cow.
For those that appreciate me, know that I am grateful and that you should feel the same in reciprocity for your tremendous hard work and great results for it. You deserve it and you are the fuel that feeds the fire of soccer culture. For those that don't, know that I don't blame you for anything but the ignorant cannot be commended or trusted.
But I digress. . .
My classes are wonderful for me. I am enamored both by the knowledge I have been able to call upon but also by what has been laid upon me. I have so far to go and so much to conquer, it seems unfathomable. But if I could fathom it....... well why would I even been in school?
I am very excited to be a part of the oldest club/student organization on campus: the Boise State University Anthropology Club. And I know that I aim high but we are going to have a very productive year. A year that will prove whether some of my personal beliefs about others and my own self-image are in fact a part of reality. I am delighted to be part of a small, yet prestigious department of majors. It provides the intimacy to collaborate with people whose work I really appreciate and respect whilst giving me the insight of others that are troubled by misinterpretation. It is a lovely juxtaposition that becomes very evident in a tightly knit group.
I have also had the privilege of being recommended by a Professor of distinction, for a position (though perhaps a trifling one) on a Student Advisory Board to the Dean of SSPA. It's important to me because it shows that even though I have been up and down academically, I can still make marks, slowly and surely. It is also a privilege to work closely with the Dean of my particular college as well as important figures in the working community, namely: Senators, legislatures, numerous political and community board members, corporate representatives, faculty outside my department, other eligible students, but especially the Dean and Director of Development. Hello micro-politics!
The real question now becomes... Do I accept a third position? And not just any position, one that will require bi-monthly, mandatory participation?? Hmmm... cost-benefit analysis, cost-benefit analysis...cost-benefit analysis... cost-benefit analysis......... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
