Sep 15, 2010 13:27
Earlier I said I was feeling mischievous, and apparently it got the better of me. With many reservations, I attended the first meeting of the Creative Writing Club here at uni. Skeptical, because I've known all too many aspiring writers in my day -- listen to me, as I speak as if I am not one -- and I rarely find them agreeable. Yet I went, swallowed my apprehension and mistrust, and something came of it.
Within moments I was handed a bit of paper, upon which was writ the three officer positions for the club; President, Vice President, and Secretary. Of course there was no hesitation before I wrote my name, and checked the position for which I feel I am the best suited. Which is to say, of course, President.
Towards the end of the meeting, I started to take note of the people around me whom I believed may be some manner of competition. There were a few who had ideas, who were contributing, whom I feared may be interested in the position for which I was determined. My fear resolved unwarranted, however, and, potentially long story made short, I was named president.
Gave me a stately rush, it did, to be put into a position of such power, and to be given something to add to my resume. I went into the club with reservations, and fears, but it turned out to be an experience for which I am thankful.
Now, to round up ideas, or perhaps just write. I imagine that's just as well.