Reflection

Well then, it's that time of the year.

Aloysius asked me for a reflection of my role as Special Events Director over the past year. I sure didn't know what i was getting into when i joined. I wanted to get to know people outside hall and be more active in school activities, but it turned out quite badly when i realized hall was still taking up a huge chunk of my time.

Last semester flew past way too quickly. At first i was busy recruiting the FOC committee. Then the database project deluged my life like a goddamn tsunami. While still staying alive amidst the flotsam, i managed to slot in as much of FastForward board games society's activities as possible. Here's a quick summary of my jobscope (that i wrote for my successor):
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Special Events Director.
Seek out new event opportunities for the club, to create higher publicity and boost our club’s image. Communicate with people, brainstorm, be creative and daring.
Liaise with external organizations while sourcing or confirming details of event.
Create event proposals, make preparations for the event. Take charge of planning and organization if chairs are busy. Procure decorations, publicity materials, etc.
Lead by example and facilitate with passion. Your participants will feel it.

Key Takeaway point: You are THE Events person. Be passionate about what you do, be it a big event or a normal gaming session. Infect others with your love for board games. Be a creative force for change and push forth new ideas.
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So it didn't turn out the way i idealized. I really wanted to make a difference and push the club forward. But the way things crept up on me, my ideals got squeezed out of sight, out of mind.

Thank god softball is over. This second season was just as exhausting and exciting. Just as bad for the nerves. I don't think i can take these single-scoreline-difference matches anymore. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? But silver was not bad. I remember losing the gold last year was much more painful. Overall, a very good experience.

Plus rugby. I have no idea how i got into it, but seeing i stayed through all the bruises and cuts like the rest of the team, i must be either mad or in love with the game. Probably both, and more of the former. I still suck at it after these few months of training though. Just hope to do my bit for the team.

Meanwhile, stuck like an angsty, stubborn child between all of this is FOC. I'm just trying to hold on till the hols where hopefully it'll overwhelm me without much pain. Not sure how I'll manage that with my UBS summer internship, but well.

What was i talking about? Not enough time to fulfill my events director role. I hardly mentioned school yet, but business and computing isn't exactly the cushiest degree(s) out there. Still it's a great load of fun with the greal pals in BCG.

Anyway, i'd like to apologize to Aloysius. I was inspired by him, by the steadfast, composed way he led the club. Thank you for showing me a simple, effective leadership style, and your endless patience and understanding. It was really a refreshing, delightful change of pace from last year's stint in JCRC, and i enjoyed every last bit of my role (when i did act the part).

Well, that's that. Things seem to be looking up, for a change. I hope to write more like now, when i feel cheerful and inspired...

And not when i'm in deep pain.