Infutile Meetings
October 7, 2006 – 4:44 pmI have long ago lost hope in the prefectorial board meetings. Maybe it’s because I don’t care about it anymore.
As usual, the head prefect rambling on how lousy we are and how we should improve. Then we all have to yell in agreement: “YESS!!” Oh, the lamest of all lamest things.
Let’s start from the beginning. I forgot about my little booklet (though I did grab a piece of paper at home) but I guess that doesn’t count, so I was one of the dozen or so who did not bring what they were supposed to bring - pen and booklet. Just the perfect way to start off a meeting.
Not that I complain. I’m to blame, entirely. After that, the discipline master began his half-hour long speech about various problems. Which was boring. Then he left, and the head prefect took over.
A ‘training group’ had been agreed to be formed, she said. The words struck my heart, and I knew - I knew in the depths of my heart - that I was definitely not going to be exempted. I began cursing and scolding (as gently as I could) in my heart. And sure enough, I was one of the people who had to join the group.
A fantastic waste of time. I swear I won’t join the prefect camp at the end of the year. In case I go crazy and end up getting fired instead of honourably retiring.
And all the problems about our detoriating quality and so on and so forth. I’ve heard it a million times. But I guess they thought it necessary to repeat it another million times. Then in the end, everyone seems to be so fired up, reminiscent of the effects of a youth camp. And the head prefect proclaims, “I want to see a entirely new, changed prefectorial board next week! Can we all do that?”
“YESSS!!!” Everyone screams, and I open my mouth and pretend, because I know I won’t change that fast, and I know it’s just as bad to make empty promises. Go ahead, scream about. Some will work hard to change, and I know it’s my duty to do just that. But will I? Will I ever find it in my heart, to truly change?