AprilyMayish
I'm running the Queer Resource Center again next year. I hope I can find an underlingclassman to train for the following year. In the meantime, I've got to plan training for fall, for the new set of peer counselors. We've got an excellent batch of kids this year. I'm looking forward to working with them.
I've also got to step it up on the TransBrandeis (née Queer Brandeis Campaign) effort. We have a whole list of demands and an even longer list of supporters, but I have to do something to get the ball rolling. More meetings, it looks like. I need an action plan, a queer agenda.
I wouldn't have thought I pull off something like it, but Pride Month was so much more successful than I dreamed, unprecedented as it was. I'm still getting over the fact that people paid money to see me dress up as Eminem and lip sync along to his portion of D12's My Band, complete with kneeling pleas for cocksucking, the boy band breakdown, and final salsa. I'm also still getting over the fact that I got up and did it. We didn't have enough volunteers for the drag show (rather, we did, but almost all of them bailed), so I jumped in with a couple of numbers. I also agreed to do Light My Candle from Rent opposite Schwid. He suggested it backstage while we were getting our costumes together and I remembered almost all of the lyrics. Cory, Nina, and Irene also participated, and we had five or six DJed acts, plus a guitar duo intro. Everyone seemed to like the show, so I hope it's bigger and better next year.
by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas
Oh, the wax: it's--
Dripping! I like it between my--
Fingers, I figured. Oh, well. Goodnight.
In other news, I managed to score myself a free two-bedroom apartment for the summer. Tiny kitchen, but hey, I'm never home anyway. Big bedrooms. V. nice. And free! I love grant money. (The ceiling drips a little right over the edge of my desk, but it seems to stop if I turn the light off. And free!)
As soon as finals ended, I started sleeping again. Then, I had some fun. After that came Escort van cleaning, meeting and driving the 50th reunion alumni around, and working valet at the Trustees' Dinner. Swanky cars and a few tips: all in all a good evening. I needed that, since I'd screwed up during a 50th reunion run. I had to brake suddenly on Totten Pond Road, and one of the women slipped off the van seat and hit her forehead. Everyone else on the van was fine, but still. I should have warned everyone as I hit the brakes. Her second comment, after "help me," was right on the money, I thought. She informed me that I "should have told her to put on her seat belt." Well, she could have thought of it herself, but I see her point. The vans have sideways bench seats, so they don't look like normal transportation. A reminder would have been good. Luckily, she ended up with only a minor contusion, the bruise made much worse by the fact that the van first aid kit contained multiple bandages but no ice pack. Oh well. She later apologized for making such a fuss. I still feel badly, though.
I worked all day again for commencement, which was probably wonderful. That way, I didn't have much of a chance to stop and think about last year's commencement. Instead of handicap guide duty like last year, I got EMS duty. Nobody was seriously injured, so it was a slow day. I got to run in and hear Chief Justice Marshall speak, but that was about it.
The day after commencement, I headed off to Canada. That's probably best saved for another entry.
I've also got to step it up on the TransBrandeis (née Queer Brandeis Campaign) effort. We have a whole list of demands and an even longer list of supporters, but I have to do something to get the ball rolling. More meetings, it looks like. I need an action plan, a queer agenda.
I wouldn't have thought I pull off something like it, but Pride Month was so much more successful than I dreamed, unprecedented as it was. I'm still getting over the fact that people paid money to see me dress up as Eminem and lip sync along to his portion of D12's My Band, complete with kneeling pleas for cocksucking, the boy band breakdown, and final salsa. I'm also still getting over the fact that I got up and did it. We didn't have enough volunteers for the drag show (rather, we did, but almost all of them bailed), so I jumped in with a couple of numbers. I also agreed to do Light My Candle from Rent opposite Schwid. He suggested it backstage while we were getting our costumes together and I remembered almost all of the lyrics. Cory, Nina, and Irene also participated, and we had five or six DJed acts, plus a guitar duo intro. Everyone seemed to like the show, so I hope it's bigger and better next year.
by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas
Oh, the wax: it's--
Dripping! I like it between my--
Fingers, I figured. Oh, well. Goodnight.
In other news, I managed to score myself a free two-bedroom apartment for the summer. Tiny kitchen, but hey, I'm never home anyway. Big bedrooms. V. nice. And free! I love grant money. (The ceiling drips a little right over the edge of my desk, but it seems to stop if I turn the light off. And free!)
As soon as finals ended, I started sleeping again. Then, I had some fun. After that came Escort van cleaning, meeting and driving the 50th reunion alumni around, and working valet at the Trustees' Dinner. Swanky cars and a few tips: all in all a good evening. I needed that, since I'd screwed up during a 50th reunion run. I had to brake suddenly on Totten Pond Road, and one of the women slipped off the van seat and hit her forehead. Everyone else on the van was fine, but still. I should have warned everyone as I hit the brakes. Her second comment, after "help me," was right on the money, I thought. She informed me that I "should have told her to put on her seat belt." Well, she could have thought of it herself, but I see her point. The vans have sideways bench seats, so they don't look like normal transportation. A reminder would have been good. Luckily, she ended up with only a minor contusion, the bruise made much worse by the fact that the van first aid kit contained multiple bandages but no ice pack. Oh well. She later apologized for making such a fuss. I still feel badly, though.
I worked all day again for commencement, which was probably wonderful. That way, I didn't have much of a chance to stop and think about last year's commencement. Instead of handicap guide duty like last year, I got EMS duty. Nobody was seriously injured, so it was a slow day. I got to run in and hear Chief Justice Marshall speak, but that was about it.
The day after commencement, I headed off to Canada. That's probably best saved for another entry.