Dealing with the rules and regulations for your club or publication can
be a flawed and tedious process, and at times completely asphyxiating
to the spirit of your cause. If a student has the will to be a leader,
why must the way of execution be so riddled with fine print and
miscommunication? At Hunter College, the issue of bureaucracy
unfortunately does not end at student activities; merely filing for
graduation can be a long and arduous task. One can imagine how it is
for people who request funding for “extra-curricular” activities.
The flipside of a slow bureaucracy is a lack of oversight and
enforcement of policy. During the last Spring 2008 semester, I took
advantage of this weakness to create a steady, visual and audible
presence within the hallways of my school. The results of the campaign
were overwhelmingly positive. Were it not for my disregard of the
purported regulations that govern obtaining a permit for tabling, as
well as my capacity to guiltlessly deliver a few well-intentioned white
lies when necessary, the level of success reached by my publication,
Hunter Anonymous, would not have been possible.
I began my promotions for Hunter Anonymous well before the initial
printing. The success of the publication relies solely on the
participation of students and faculty at Hunter, so getting off to a
strong start was top priority. I had observed, in my previous two years
of attendance at Hunter, that many school organizations would set up
their signs and posters and flyers and people behind these long tables
that were located at major hubs of foot traffic. To do this, I learned
that I needed to obtain a tabling permit from the Student Services
department of the school. Besides the fact that the person in charge of
scheduling and permitting these licenses was stubborn and
uncommunicative, the available slots for tables was extremely limited.
This came as a bit of a surprise to me. Rarely had I seen all the
tables vacated, even during the most heavily trafficked days and times.
Wednesday was always a clear slot because there are no classes in the
afternoon, so basically a worthless time to be propagandizing anything.
When I did in fact get some prime real estate, it was scheduled for at
least two weeks in advance.
I can't recall exactly
when I chose to ignore this whole permit process and just plop my butt
wherever I felt like, but it certainly wasn't more than a month after
the semester began. In addition to handing out flyers urging people to
send me their submissions, I would rent out audio equipment under the
auspices of the Media Board, and proceed to blast music throughout the
hallways of the school. In order to get equipment from the Audio/Visual
department, a club needs authorization from the Undergraduate Student
Government, as well as a copy of the tabling permit. Fortunately, as a
publication and a member of the Media Board, I needed no such
authorization past the ink of my own signature. So in my initial
attempts at hijacking the A/V department, I would play it cool and tell
them "yes, there is Media Board event in the West Building, 3rd floor,
from one to three, so I need the biggest amplifier and speaker system
you have." (Forgive me, Tania.) Since I was oftentimes confronted by
people who had absolutely no idea what the Media Board was, I often had
to explain the very nature of it. So my publication acted as sort of a
diving board into a deeper conversation that required me to answer many
questions past the subject of Hunter Anonymous (which was a hell of a
thing to sell to people in the first place), such as - the publications
are free, this for Hunter College students only, a portion of your
Student Activity fee goes towards this, and yes, even YOU can start
your own publication!
After doing this many, many
times throughout the course of the the semester (if there was a "Most
Enthusiastic Tabler" award, I would have gotten it), the folks at A/V
got to know me well and I became friends with a good portion of them.
It was kind of like frequenting your favorite bar and having the tender
throw you your favorite drink, without request - a CD/tape combo, with
a big PA speaker, on the rocks.
(Side note - I believe in the power of music to transform people, regardless of
their taste or personal hangups. Music, and good music especially, is
an undeniable force that will leave an impression on all within
earshot. I regard DJ’ing as an important social tool that has the
potential to bring people together, if the sounds are chosen with
utmost respect to the circumstances. Most of the clubs at Hunter
College seem to lack my interest in this arena, functioning no farther
than a device to inspire some mildly curious rubber-necking. Commercial
pop-rap, -reggaeton, and –rock are the most commonly audible offerings,
resulting in a blandness that, to my delight, can transform the
simplest offering of diversity into a throbbing sore thumb amongst the
most well-manicured digits of your campus life. I should note this
tactic does not end with music, but has the ability to be applied to
any sort of media; audio, visual, or otherwise.)
So I played a whole bevy of music that you simply would never hear in
such a setting. The eclectic and ever-present music became synonymous
with Anonymous. People who enjoyed it would stop by the table to hang
out and help pass out flyers. I met a bunch of cute girls. I met a few
patronizing assholes. I managed to wrench a few smiles out of even the
most hardened, antisocial apathetic passerbys. I mean, who can resist
not laughing at some poofy-haired kid bopping around to the sounds of
Curtis Mayfield or Sly and the Family Stone, standing in the middle of
the hallway with a stack of flyers proclaiming anonymity through a
megaphone? My shameless enthusiasm and zeal seemed to leave a mark on
those willing to be open to it. The only complaints I ever received
were from this one particular cranky old lady, who claimed the volume
of music was hazardous to the health of the Hunter Community and
therefore illegal. I would turn it down as per her nagging, and then
immediately turn it up once she was done trying to suck the very spirit
out of my youthful shell; a spirit she needs to consume in order to
prevent immediate decomposition, like a vampire, or witch. I even won
the hearts of the maintenance staff and security there, who generally
appreciated the music I was playing (heads bobbing, frowns 180'ing) and
on the rare occasion would very politely ask me to turn it down just in
case it might disturb nearby classes. I was once asked for a permit,
but I somehow brushed that off. And to my greatest satisfaction, the
aforementioned manager of the tabling schedule once walked by while I
was doing my thing. We met eyes and a mutually understanding smile. I
handed him one of my flyers. He mentioned something about me receiving
an "F" for something. I laughed, not really hearing or understanding
his underhanded accusation, and he moved along without a hitch.
The first publication in Fall '07 received a little over 40
submissions. The Spring 2008 issue yielded almost 90. At this rate, I
hope I can muster up a very sizable, respectable encyclopedia's worth
of Hunter College's most frank and unique writing by the time that I
graduate next year. I don't feel any inclination to halt my hallway
dance parties any time soon.
I feel that it's a very valiant and respectable thing to feel a
sense ownership towards your school. Your school is one of the few
places in your life where you will be able to have direct influence
amongst a large group of people. We are subject to the rules and
regulations of various systems at all
times, and I think we have forgotten how to not only demand something,
but act without fear of reprisal by the police, or security, or
administration. If a rule is not being enforced, it isn't a rule. When
considering defying a rule or regulations at your school, instead of
asking yourself "will I get in trouble," ask first of your conscience
"am I causing trouble for others, and, if so, at what cost?" This is
also assuming that what your are pushing at your school is, in your
mind, truly serving the best interest of the campus body. I am not
instructing people on how to manipulate the system for one's own
selfish benefit. I am trying to inspire people who have fresh, bright
ideas to let them grown and shine, by any means necessary.
Good luck to all of you this coming semester.
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