Flock the USC

After trying (unsuccessfully) to vote in the University Student Council (USC) elections from this computer, and posting a comment under Kota's reply, I considered not moving out of this chair. 

Ok, so feeling the need to be a responsible student, I sought out other voting options. I tried another computer in the library - "you are not enfranchised" (or something like that) was the result. So I went to the source, the University Community Centre. I figured I was in luck, there were two voting booths clearly marked. I sat down in the first one - which turned out to be completely offline. I snickered and muttered a suttle "figures". So I moved on to the second booth, which was... also completely offline. 

So I'm thinking, an average student who really does not care about politics at all would have given up after the first few tries. A student who cares about the supposed 'democratic process' in the most well funded University Student Council in Canada (over 20 million dollars they are playing with up there) would have moved on to such voting booths in the hopes of success. they probably would have given up after both of them were found offline.

At this point, it was my bitterness that drove me to figure out how I could vote. I asked the only gaggle of students in the atrium if they knew what was going on. To which they replied, "I know, it seems like everyone is getting that message". Well, after another chuckle, I asked where I could find the manuel (good old fasioned ballot box system) voting station. To which they replied, "there are no manuel ballot boxes." 

My freshly purchased cup of java was getting cold, my veggie pita was sogifying by the second and my patience nanometres thin - I asked the Lecce table to use one of their computers to try it one more time. It was rather amusing to notice, in the reflection of the laptop screen, the peering eyes over my shoulders to see who I would select to run this profit-motivated, hyper-capitalist enterprise.  What a joke! Finally I was able to vote, for Gauss with Lecce's computer no less, and I was able move away from the overwhelming stench of overpriced perfumes and, more importantly, away from the 90210 discussion about hair hightlights (I now know that Aveda is the only place you can find "truly proffesional work" in London).

What an absolute load of BS. I'm serious, this was a sad display of what we, as a student population, have become. The hierarchy is fully situated, the bureacracy inpenetrable and the profits keep flowing. Our student body is occupied with the perfect combination of artificial plummage to attract a one-nighter or, ultimately, to attract an Ivey grad with ambitions of unfettered accumulation of shinny things... I digress...

Apparently, UWO student politics are for the birds.

Good old Glenlivet, here I come.