Everything is leading up to my inevitable domination of all of Hunter College, situated nicely in the center of New York City's richest district, the cultural-yuppie-dwelling Upper East Side. Control the money here and you control the world. Today, I controlled a table. Well, half of a table.
Today was the Club Fair, hosted and organized by the Undergraduate Student Government. When I feel like my head is getting big thanks to the amount of power I exercise over student publications, I like to step back and watch the student government organize something as outrageous as entertaining as this triumphantly and trumping my style, and my ego deflates to a shriveled state, abandoned.
For those not in the know, I'm the chair of the Media Board, which handles all student publications. This year I decided to pack up, move out, and secure a table to promote and spread the word of the school's finest and most ambitious writers, artists, photographers, and hopefully forthcoming directors and musicians. Things like this fair offer exciting prospects. People pay attention to you. They wander of to you because they want to hear about who you are and what you do, not because to promised them free candy and cookies. Healthy protip for tables who did offer candy and cookies: when I walked around, I only stopped at your tables to eat the junk food you had laying around. I didn't listen to a word you said. Anyway!
The entire 69th Street between Lexington and Park was shut down, as it is every year. Our table was closer to the Park Avenue end, farthest away from the commotion of the rock wall and bouncy castle, which in itself was a shame because I kind of wanted to watch people ricochet in the inflatable joust and smell the cotton candy and popcorn machines more potent. I never really grew up. I ate ice cream for dinner tonight. No lie.
So this was the traffic jam during peak hours. At first, it was a rush to get this many people swarming and asking questions. In fact, it was nearly overwhelming at points, especially since we were representing about a dozen publications on a two man crew. Eventually, I just sat back and relaxed. I'm generally not used to talking loudly for long periods of time, so my throat became sore fairly quickly.
But boy did our sign-in list fill up quickly. It's two pages in the Media Board Bible, which I use to organize my to-do lists and store contact information. It's just a composition marble notebook I bought from CVS. It's littered with things like hearts and cute drawings and messages from secret admirers because I always leave it open in my office when I leave at the end of the day.
Our table was situated in between the Film & Media Department and the Hunter Fighting Game Club, which is the best damn club ever and it's a shame their Soul Calibur IV tournament is being held on a Saturday. Seriously, who wants to go to school on a Saturday, even if it is to play video games? But they were real sports even though we called them nerds under our breaths.
I, of course, enlisted the help of two great friends who are always in way better and calmer moods than myself. The distorted decorated arm on the left belongs to Sal, treasurer of the school's literary magazine the Olivetree Review and a glorious fountain of useful information; to his right, the amazing Jessica, artistically inclined and by far the cutest of our trio. We were also accompanied by assorted Media Board people such as fellow SL Blogger Steve Silvestri and queen bee herself, Tania, who arrived just in time to make a snarky comment about the fighting games club.
All in all, I deem our four hour literary scourge a great success. We moved a lot of magazines and raised a lot of interest, networked with a lot of people, and I managed to get a cute girl's e-mail address. Well, actually, I got her club's e-mail address. She also forgot my name pretty quickly, come to think of it.
Hahaha! This is an amazing account of your adventures at the club fair, Steve. The table looked great, and it sounds like the Media Board did even better this year than last year - even with my potato decorating contest (which I think I'll write about today).
Congratulations. I continue to watch and celebrate your rise to global domination with awe.
Posted by: Tania | September 19, 2008 at 01:53 PM
P.S. How come you and Mike are always posting on the same day? ESP or conspiracy?
Posted by: Tania | September 19, 2008 at 01:54 PM
Steve likes to steal my thunder.
Posted by: Mike Sharp | September 19, 2008 at 09:00 PM