Teamwork… I think not

So when one thinks of teamwork, they think of team, and even though my English is only half decent, I’m pretty sure that there is no ‘I’ in team, or even a ‘U’. So then what’s people’s problems when it comes to play games that are for teams, and actually require teamwork?

So we play intramural volleyball that’s co-ed for our house activity, and we are all various levels from advanced the entry level, and then we have a few varsity basketball players (simply becasue of their height and we needed people). So then what’s deal with the people that play on other team sports like basketball, can’t transfer that sort of self control onto other sports too? Jumping infront of girls to take the ball, or never passing it to them isn’t nice, and nor is it even polite.

So serve coming in, and I ask Matt if he is going to cover short serves, and he says ‘Yes’ and I say ‘Okej I will take the back ones’ and he nods. So all signs point to teamwork O.K., until the serve comes in and goes right in the area where I asked him if he would cover it. He lets it fall onto the ground, and then looks at me and says ‘What the fuck Osky, why didn’t you go for it,’ and so I give him a dirty look and move away from where I was standing and say ‘Okej then I will cover back and far left’ and he nods. Serve comes in again, into my exact spot I was standing and he runs over to jump infront of me and takes the ball.

Now, I’ve played varisty volleyball since I was in year 6, and he’s more or less new so I figured maybe it was in-experience. So Mallory in the front row (who is like his best friend) says ‘Matt, that’s unfair, let other people play the ball’ and he grunts, no doubt. Anyways, so the serve comes in again and I step farther off the court, and it goes right into the same spot as the original serve. I don’t see him move at all for it as he looks upset that he was told off; so I dive for it and save it and he just gives me the dirtiest look. By this point I’m loosing my patience, and I’m very patient person. So serve comes in again, and low and behold it goes to the same spot and it lands on the same spot without him doing anything, as I told him again that I would ‘Only cover back left.’ He stares me down and puts his hands into a ‘What the Hell’ way, and I look right back at him and say ‘If you’re not going to play for a team, then just take a break for min’ and then he doesn’t speak to me again for the next 48h.

So I really don’t give a care about how he thinks of me, but frankly he and his roomate André have been very rude to me since months ago and for no reason since I never am rude them, I’m always friendly and saying ‘Hi’ and such like that. So I’m about 5mins away from going up to his room and telling him to either: 1) If you have a problem with me, take it up with me, or 2) Deal with it yourself.

Since Matt is being a baby (which he always asks like anyways) I don’t really exepct him to say anything more then ‘What’ and go all red and then try to guilt trip me. Well you’re out of luck Matt, since everyone notices how rude your are to Andrea and I, for no reason at all! Get over yourself Matt, and grow up and act your age.

Now, that doesn’t sound so friendly at all, consider he is part of the house executive next year! Thank gosh I will be in France away from all the stupid drama that goes on here, and never have to hear of them again! How’s that for a guilt trip?:>>

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Mondays…The epic

So I have decided that generally speaking Mondays are not the greatest day of the week. I used to like them because I always try to be on-top of things and get a good start on the week, but today I slept through my first two classes and therefore it didn’t start out so well. Maybe I can blame it on the fact that sun was shining and it was a very nice day, or that my alarm clock didn’t sound at 07.30, or maybe my sheer lazyness in the general sense; who knows and could judge anyways?

So back to Mondays…Even though I started it off very poorly, the day went by fairly well as I went to my department and sat there and did some work while my professor (of whom I missed two of her classes) was talking with a candidate for a position next year. He really did talk excessivly loud, and although ‘evesdropping’ would be a poor word for this (since they were in a public room having a discussion), I was able to learn a few things about my university as well as some things that go on. Apparently my univeristy is ‘quasi-privée’, that-is-to-say, not run or subsidized by the government. [No wonder Mt. Allison tuition is so darn high, and thank goodness for being dual-citizenship!] In addition the guy, who’s name is apparently Benoît, is from Winnipeg and speaks French to the extent of two of the other professors asking him to slow down because despite them being francophone, they were unable to understand what he was trying to say. My guess is that he really has no chance for the position, as he would probably lecture as he talks; uncomrehendable.

In addition the random antics in the reading room offices, I decided that I hate Bach and his fugues simply because of thier complexity. It’s so hard to get my mind around them in a just a fifty minute class, so I need to spend a majority of my time in the next week studying for that exam, since it will not go over so well if I don’t undersatnd fugues.

In addition or S.A.C. (student union, more or less) are trying to increase our student-fees to 100$ per year to raise money to upgrade things or something. So we have an info session at 19.30 to learn more about whatever it is they want us to vote on. My guess is the referendum will end in the fees being frozen, as we pay 250$ already, on top of the 4’000$ plus in tuition each year. Why was it again that I chose to come to this university?

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