Maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived...
Maybe it's because I'm heavy into Bonfire mode because of the culmination of ASB's efforts...
Maybe it's because I'm a senior and apparently I'm supposed to expire in a few days...
But I'm a bit on edge tonight.
As soon as I got off of work this afternoon, I rushed to stack. Things were off to a slow start. So and so decided to take the night off. So and so and his buddies decided to go to the hall. Well, it was unacceptable by any means... so people got on the phone as others were busting tail to finish stack by Saturday. Within an hour and a half, two more dorms showed up and a couple corps outfits followed soon behind...
As construction was bustling, the Greens got to work. I'm very confident about things for Saturday. I can't believe it's here already and despite the last minute preparations, we're actually more prepared for burn night than we ever have been at this point.
So, I was on a Bonfire high.
Especially when I got out of the Greenpot trailer to see what was going on at stack (it was after the shift was technically over)... and lo and behold, I find a lone crew stacking. This lone crew was comprised of the OC warriors and the CTs. They were working on finishing a quadrant, so there were two swings going and it was so efficient. Log after log was going up perfectly. Everyone was efficiently doing their job.
Then my buddy comes over and has this... look... and I can tell something's wrong.
So I ask.
And I remember why we're not having a midnight to 6 shift tonight.
This short conversation snapped me out of simply going through the motions. After standing for a few minutes contemplating this, I begin to exit so I can make it to the Bonfire memorial on time.
On the drive to campus, I kept thinking about this day, 6 years ago. I kept thinking about my first day at Bonfire. I kept thinking of why it's so important to me and to the Aggie Family.
So, I park and walk across the Polo Fields. It's something about the Polo Fields that's just spiritual to me. Since my fish year, it's been a place that I've utilized to escape and have some quiet time and reflect upon my life. It has been a place that I have returned to when I get at times, burned out by my Bonfire responsibilites.
And what do I see?
I see a orange ring and thousands of Aggies filing in around it silently.
And then it hits me all at once.
I started imagining that day and the pain it caused. So I cried.
I started imagining the sight of a beautifully erected, burning stack with tens of thousands of Aggies united together. So I cried some more.
I started imagining the impact of that day in the terms in which I know Bonfire as. So I cried some more.
I started imagining how it would have felt to have been there - again, in terms of my brothers and sisters. And I lost it.
As soon as I thought my emotions were gathered, a hord of corps fish arrive in the spot to my left... dressed in their pots with a deer in the headlights look in their eyes.
I start surveying the faces around me and most are solemn and that of empathy... but it just seems like the current student body has no idea.
This made me sad.
It made me sad because these corps fish are pretty much being prevented from obtaining first-hand experience to frame their understanding...
It made me angry because people are standing in their way of fully developing a understanding of something that they're supposed to be "the keepers of the Spirit" about.
Every year it's been something. In '02, people were threatened to be kicked out of not only the corps, but A&M. In '03 and '04, a mandatory CQ was scheduled on burn night. In '05, corps brass week was conveniently scheduled to conclude (?) on burn night.
I'm so angry right now.
I'm sorry. This may not make a whole lot of sense and it is nearly 4 am, so that contributes to the problem...
I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.
Maybe it's because I'm heavy into Bonfire mode because of the culmination of ASB's efforts...
Maybe it's because I'm a senior and apparently I'm supposed to expire in a few days...
But I'm a bit on edge tonight.
As soon as I got off of work this afternoon, I rushed to stack. Things were off to a slow start. So and so decided to take the night off. So and so and his buddies decided to go to the hall. Well, it was unacceptable by any means... so people got on the phone as others were busting tail to finish stack by Saturday. Within an hour and a half, two more dorms showed up and a couple corps outfits followed soon behind...
As construction was bustling, the Greens got to work. I'm very confident about things for Saturday. I can't believe it's here already and despite the last minute preparations, we're actually more prepared for burn night than we ever have been at this point.
So, I was on a Bonfire high.
Especially when I got out of the Greenpot trailer to see what was going on at stack (it was after the shift was technically over)... and lo and behold, I find a lone crew stacking. This lone crew was comprised of the OC warriors and the CTs. They were working on finishing a quadrant, so there were two swings going and it was so efficient. Log after log was going up perfectly. Everyone was efficiently doing their job.
Then my buddy comes over and has this... look... and I can tell something's wrong.
So I ask.
And I remember why we're not having a midnight to 6 shift tonight.
This short conversation snapped me out of simply going through the motions. After standing for a few minutes contemplating this, I begin to exit so I can make it to the Bonfire memorial on time.
On the drive to campus, I kept thinking about this day, 6 years ago. I kept thinking about my first day at Bonfire. I kept thinking of why it's so important to me and to the Aggie Family.
So, I park and walk across the Polo Fields. It's something about the Polo Fields that's just spiritual to me. Since my fish year, it's been a place that I've utilized to escape and have some quiet time and reflect upon my life. It has been a place that I have returned to when I get at times, burned out by my Bonfire responsibilites.
And what do I see?
I see a orange ring and thousands of Aggies filing in around it silently.
And then it hits me all at once.
I started imagining that day and the pain it caused. So I cried.
I started imagining the sight of a beautifully erected, burning stack with tens of thousands of Aggies united together. So I cried some more.
I started imagining the impact of that day in the terms in which I know Bonfire as. So I cried some more.
I started imagining how it would have felt to have been there - again, in terms of my brothers and sisters. And I lost it.
As soon as I thought my emotions were gathered, a hord of corps fish arrive in the spot to my left... dressed in their pots with a deer in the headlights look in their eyes.
I start surveying the faces around me and most are solemn and that of empathy... but it just seems like the current student body has no idea.
This made me sad.
It made me sad because these corps fish are pretty much being prevented from obtaining first-hand experience to frame their understanding...
It made me angry because people are standing in their way of fully developing a understanding of something that they're supposed to be "the keepers of the Spirit" about.
Every year it's been something. In '02, people were threatened to be kicked out of not only the corps, but A&M. In '03 and '04, a mandatory CQ was scheduled on burn night. In '05, corps brass week was conveniently scheduled to conclude (?) on burn night.
I'm so angry right now.
I'm sorry. This may not make a whole lot of sense and it is nearly 4 am, so that contributes to the problem...
I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.