Getting Involved

The ultimate piece of advice that everyone seems to give me is: Get involved! Find — or carve, if you have to — your niche at UBC.

It’s not as easy as you think, though.

In the first quarter of the semester, I was hardly in residence because I was running around to my many club meetings. I missed out on a lot of residence activities like Graffiti Night and the Vanier Hallowe’en party because I didn’t buy a ticket on time for one, and had to study for a mid-term for the second. That is the second reason why I’ve been missing out a lot: I’ve been studying for the second quarter of the semester. I think I’ve only participated in Vanier Olympics-related events so far, and I’m really glad I did — I had a lot of fun!

This is why I am so excited to be taking part in Sock Wars. What is it? Everybody in the house gets the name of someone else who has signed up. Your job is to throw a clean, empty sock at them when they are not in the safe zones and when they are not holding the safe item of the day. You don’t know who is socking you. You might not even know who your own target is. So I’m really looking forward to that, and I’ll just shout out in advance to whoever is socking me:

Please give me at least three days of fun before you sock me. I don’t want to be out of the game so quickly; goodness knows when I’ll be able to do another residence event.

So I must be really busy with my clubs, you’d think. I joined nine of them, after all.

Unfortunately, the only two I go to with any semblance of regularity are the Dance Club (ballroom) and Swing Kids (swing dancing). I’ve plugged both of them before so I won’t bother to do it again. And the only reason I go to those regularly is because I paid for my lessons — at least there are lessons, otherwise they would just be a waste of time.  (I’m really enjoying them, by the way. Plug plug plug.)

Other clubs are either too disorganised for my taste, or they clash with my schedule, or some other equally valid but irritating reason. I’ve been searching for some kind of volunteer work to do, and by that I mean hands-on, interactive volunteering. I’m not as fond of writing petitions as going out and talking to people, preferably children. Each to their own. Unfortunately a lot of of volunteer activities, both on- and off-campus, require people to be at least 19. I’m not 19 until March. Boo.

When I realised that UBC clubs depend almost completely on the vision and activity of their presidents, I searched around for more ways of getting involved. Sadly, it’s a bit late now to apply to Trek Learning Exchange. Sigh. Oh well. Next year! I’ve applied for the UBC VP Students Emerging Leaders Program in the meantime.

Right now I’m trying to go after a child literacy program and another volunteer position at a hospital. I’m skeptical about how well these will work out, but it’s try, try again, isn’t it?

This finding my niche thing is really turning into a stab and try again approach.

The sins of writing blog posts in the wee minutes before class.

Alas, it is a bad, bad, bad idea to write blog posts just before a mid-term, while eating breakfast. Multi-tasking is not the way to go after all.

I’m sure most of you know this already, but always bring your student ID card with you to an exam. Any exam. Even pop quizzes. It’s just better to be safe than sorry. I blithely left my wallet on my desk this morning because I couldn’t be bothered to lug it around (it’s about the weight of a brick, I think). Laziness is a vice that comes back to bite me.

Well, I’m not sure whether not bringing my card will affect my grades or not. You get a mark for writing your name and student ID on this paper. And for signing it to say that you agree to the rules (one of which includes being able to provide identification). It’s only a mark, but I like my marks! Particularly when it’s to do with Comp Sci. My TA recognises me, which is good, but the TA who was doing the checking doesn’t recognise me, which is not so good.

Now to run off to my next class. I am, once again, writing this in the wee minutes before a lesson. When will I ever learn?

I’m turning into a study-machine.

My parents came, and went, and I did my laundry.

I also studied until I lost feeling in my legs and had to take a walk. I’m scribbling this in the wee few minutes before I need to leave early for my last mid-term — CPSC 101 — while I crunch away on my cereal. Multi-tasking is the way to go. I’m a bit terrified about this mid-term, to put it lightly. I mean, I think I can read JavaScript code and understand it, but my brain cells jump off metaphorical cliffs whenever I have to write my own from scratch.

Aaaah!

That sound, my friends, is the cry of a brain cell when it jumps off said metaphorical cliff. Given that I have multiple brain cells, the sound can get quite loud. I feel sorry for my neighbours.

Here is a Good Tip to those of you who are incoming students: Have a goal of some kind before you start school. Otherwise you will be like me, completely lacking in motivation and doing the bare minimum (or less!) until you check what your grades actually mean in percentages and how this affects you getting into the major/other programme of your choice. I don’t know why I didn’t check it before I moved; for some reason, this was one of those things that I didn’t have a million contingency plans for. Oops.

So now I am flailing around madly trying to make up for all those readings I didn’t do. (I knew that would come back to haunt me someday.) Here is the Second Good Tip: Keep up with all your readings and make notes, if the class is going to test you on them, no matter how inane or monotonous or redundant you think they are. At least that way you don’t have to endure another round of redundancy or monotony or inanity (is that even a word?).

And now I have to run to class.

This should take you four minutes to read. I timed it.

“Do you know what is happening in Darfur right now?” the girl at the STAND UBC booth asked me. I was gaily clubs-shopping that day.

For a moment, I wanted to say “yes”. Instincts do not like to admit ignorance, especially when you know that it is something important. “No,” I answered truthfully. The girl’s face fell, as I had half-expected it to, but more perhaps because I am not the only ignorant one out of many.

“Right,” she said. “This is the problem. There’s basically a genocide going on right now, almost as bad as the Holocaust, and no media attention is being given to it, so most people don’t know about it.”

I don’t know about you, but the first thing I thought about when she said “genocide going on right now” is not the Holocaust, but Rwanda. I don’t even know enough about Rwanda to claim knowledge of it at all, other than seeing a few clips and hearing bits and pieces — enough to feel shame. Shame for not knowing. Shame for humanity, that we let these things happen to each other. That we do these things to each other.

Genevive has just posted about Uganda. It is something I did not know anything about either. It doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes to read, so please do.

In addition to that, Genevieve is not the only person who didn’t post on Blog Action Day. In my poor defence, I didn’t receive the email I expected — but that is poor, isn’t it? Yes. It should not have mattered. That will come along later.

In October 2005, I went to Cebu in the Philippines and saw street urchins. I saw people living in rubbish dumps. So much rubbish that you could not see the end of it, and they lived there. They had nowhere else to go.

Shinerama. Agape Street Missions. Berwick (with Smiling Over Sickness). The list could go on and on, but once you take the time to look, the number of causes out there is overwhelming. There are literally millions upon millions of problems around the world. There are tragedies occurring in every country. They happen everywhere. They happen here.

But you don’t have the time to check all these links, to Google all these names, or maybe to even finish reading this, which is really getting longer than the recommended blog post. Putting it under a cut would defy the purpose, though, so I’ll keep going. And even if you do have the time, what are you expected to do? You can’t dedicate yourself to all these causes. It’s just not possible.

It isn’t.

You cannot help everyone. You cannot even do everything you want to do — at least, I can’t. My clubs-shopping fiasco was a result of wanting to help — but I have only so much time and energy. As selfish as this sounds, a lot of it is dedicated to me sorting my own life out. I must eat and I must sleep; I have lessons to learn, and even if I didn’t, even if I lived 24/7 for other people, I would still never help everyone I want to.

So it is true that more often than not, you will have to say no. You will have to weigh up your priorities, and as hard as it may be, you must make a conscious decision to not help someone. It is not an excuse to say: “There isn’t anything I can do about it.” There is always something you can do about anything. Whether it is effective is another reason. But the truth of the matter is, whenever you learn about a problem of some kind and do nothing about it, it is a choice you are making. You are as responsible for what you don’t do as for what you do. You are responsible for what you know.

Don’t let ignorance be your excuse. Do you know how shameful it is to admit I am pretty much unaware of what happens anywhere? I’m not up-to-date with local or global news. And it is something I desperately need to improve on. Here I am, a member of a developed nation with easy access to information. Not only that, I am one of those privileged individuals who is at an institute of tertiary education. And yet I still remain in ignorance. I have no excuse for it. What is the use of me — or any one of us, for that matter — graduating from UBC if all I have is a diploma and no heart?

Please care.

We don’t have the resources to help everyone on our own. But please don’t let that stop you from caring. Choose at least one thing — just one thing — you care about and do something about it. Actively participate in it, whatever it is. If all of us did at least one thing we cared about — something for someone else, or for something other than ourselves — imagine how much could be achieved. That’s really the message behind preventing global warming as well, isn’t it? If we all did a little bit to reduce our contribution to global warming, that would add up to a whole lot more. It’s the same for anything — if we all did something together, we could do so much.

We’re all on this earth together.

Go on pursuing your creative and sportive interests outside of school. They are both so important for your development as a person and for your health. But spend some of your time — and we all do have at least that much to spare — for someone or something beyond yourself, and your everyday surroundings. Stay informed. It’s hard to realize every moment of the day that we are part of a much larger world, but we can realize it some of the time every day.

Lillienne’s Life Lessons in Lists: Exam Preparation

Do get a good eight hours’ of sleep the night before your mid-term, final, or any other exam situation. The exact number of hours should be whatever personally works for you. Even though I almost overslept yesterday, I did get enough sleep and was energetic enough for my Archaeology mid-term. The worst thing to do is to cram and not sleep, because you are not likely to perform very well.

Don’t cram. Sometimes this can’t be helped, if you didn’t really study regularly before, like me. But if you are pushed for time, just read through everything instead of trying to memorise as many details as possible. You are likely to absorb lots of information without putting yourself under undue amounts of stress — and really, if you don’t already know something, a few hours is not going to be enough to commit it to memory for eternity. (This doesn’t apply for those of you lucky things with photographic memories.)

Do go over your notes regularly each week and sum up what you have learned. I prefer looking at a few pages of condensed notes rather than a few hundred. I also mean these numbers in a very literal sense. It is tedious and it is unromantic, but it is quite necessary to prevent breaking the above rule. You also feel a lot less stressed when people are reciting millions of dates and information and you can say, “Oh, I know that too!”

Don’t stress too much. I know I will always feel a little bit of stress in any exam, no matter how well-prepared I am for it. A little stress is good for your exam performance, according to studies, but too much makes you blank out. You are going to do as well as you possibly can do, and you cannot do any better than that, by definition, so don’t beat yourself up over it. If you aren’t ready, you just aren’t, and you’ll have to prepare earlier next time.

Do get comfort foods before and after an exam. If you are allowed to eat candy during the exam, go ahead and eat it. You deserve nice things to eat when you are trying so hard, particularly after an exam — any reason to make up for all that slogging, no? If eating isn’t your thing, do whatever it is that equates to a really nice pat on the back for yourself, and then move on. You can’t change the past; you can only do what you can for the future.