This morning i woke up, head pounding, mouth dry every bone in my body hurting twice as much as usual, the usual sighns of a hangover, to my bosses wake up call, i think i told her something along the lines i quit life and am going back to sleep wake me up in ten minutes. Seeing there was no wake up call in ten minutes, i had my cigerrette, drank some water and rounded up my coworkers, then i went back to sleep waiting for them to arrive and wake me up. Ten minutes later, my blue coworker (called so because of there affinity with all creaures of that color, who all happenned to be called muffin.). I soon realise that I was not the only one who was out partying last night because as soon as i opened the door she started bashing another co worker for our magazine and making serious noise about why she should be fired. We are both friends with this other person who HATES this coworker that the blue creature wanted to be fired and from what i could here she was just repeating verbadum all the crap that our friend says. I m like lets go get our other people together and head to the meeting. Everyone forgot about the editorial meeting today and we were lacking in nerf guns. We all lode into the van and start our meeting. Ten minutes in i demand a smokers cacus so we can discuss serious issues like whats going on and what to report to the boss about our progress, most of the shit is done but due to the fact that life is crazy i play the role of telephone and had to make sure that we are on the same page. We go back in and it is obvious that this meeting, while lacking nerf guns can still be salvaged. I suggested that since i am in the chair we can pass my cane around and wack each other with it. This suggestion was followed by the idea that we could use it like in the stand up comic performances and if anyone gets out of line we yank them off the stage or chair or whatever. The boss, in her infinite wisdom vetos the idea and we start with our progress report, and then start working on our various projects. It becomes obvious to us at this time that one of our cowrkers is having personal issues so we start shoving treats in front of him and demanding that he have fun by eating these treats. I then busy myself with the serious task of removing all choclates from the trail mix so i can have them for later and not have to eat the hippie granola. I check out what my comrade is working on, cause afterall my role in this project is more then wacking people with sticks, asking people to consume treats and concealing nerfguns, and they are doing an indepth analysis of the history of gentrification and deindustrialization doing back to the days of the ebytown settlement. We continue to discuss the history of the core, the deindustrialization, the failure of the downtown mall projects, the closing of arcades etc. when all of a suden the blue creature is yelling about why our coworker needs to get fired and im just covering for her because i want to get into her pants. I assure everyone this is not the case, and that I dont want to get into anyones pants nor do i even believe in there existance at which point, people misinterperate the lastline to mean that i dont believe in pants at all, which i am quick to point out is not the case. The discussion contiues around this article about the core, seeing my boss is engaged with the blue creature probably talking about pants in the workplace or why she should fire this other person, i wasnt really paying attention. The student seemed sad that there was an evil real boss in his life who cares nothing about demon dogs or nerf guns and i started to discuss with him the song by the coup called 500 ways to kill a CEO. Still in our own way shit was getting done, despite interuptions about allegations about getting into peoples pants, who i should spend money on to woe etc. The meeting ended successfully or unsuccessfully based on how you view success. Personally i think that the two coworkers who werent getting along should be given paintball guns and shoot each other over and over. We can charge admission and it could be a fundraiser for our trip to Cuba. Before i could make any such suggestions me and my boss debriefed. It was obvious to me that the scrunched up face meant that she was pondering things such as being stressed and such. We discussed the successes and failures of the meeting and what to do to meet our deadline. It was obvious to me that she was still wondering about the comments that I made that this is a waste of time organizing to build bridges between streetyouth and students, due to my very recent experiance with a close comrade who finished school, got a job and is now doing some really boogie things which is worst then turning there back on everyone they know and the years of there lives that they put into the movement . I was asked if i think its a waste of time why am i doing it? My response at the time was because the division between street and campus activists were used against us so this needs to be dealt with. We talked more about what is done, what needs to be done etc. and came back to this topic of my comrade who is going down a dark road. Her arguement was that there are issues tha are complex and mines was there is a line and if you cross it, then that puts you on the other side. I then said who was defending me when shit came down after the g20 and when everyone was and still is talking shit about me, she said I defend you and i believed it. (after all i do have a strange sense of humor and an unorthodox manner of doing work, to be put into the position that she is put into by simply working with me she must actually defend me and my methods.)
Still I took a walked and pondered this problem and thought about it. Why am i working to bridge the gap between street youth and students when universitys in there present form are ctreated to dehumanize people and create the exploiters of labour of tommorrow. If one examines and looks at the curriculim of university one sees that by the very nature of how they aprouch issues, politics that affects humans lives becomes an issue to discuss based on the flavour of the month thinckers, people seise being seen as humans and become studies, experiments or statistics. Marx is destroyed and any revolutionary essense in him about humans being the driving force of history is dismantled and his call to action is defanged, making him another thinker. Many of my friends who are now professionals who come from an activist background see the world diffrently within the framework and peramators set by there profession and there intrest is no longer to serve the people but rather do what there boss wants, or to serve the interests of who pays there checks. There activism is watered down and reeks of liberalism and guilt. In this context what the fuck do i want to bring people into this enviroment where they will be moked and ridiculed, and be told that there aspirations of freedom and dignity are bullshit?
I opened a can of pop and lit another ciggerrette thinking about how happy the blue creature is with the student they are working with, and is surpassing there quota of one article because of the fact that they enjoy the shared experiance and are learning from each other. I think to sitting on campus yesterday to prepare for the event where we were talking about what is going on in the jails of Britain to republicans and someone coming and being like what you are doing is cool, i really support that. I think more and more to this one office on campus and how cool and understanding these people are and all the good work that they are doing, despite the fact that the campus is seen as apolitical. I think of AW@L and the amazing worj that they do and remember it was started at Laurier. Finally i think of how happy people are to engage, despite the diffrences and bumps and realize that by virtue of being an institution of learning and opening up the idea of studying, despite the reactionary curriculum people on campus are political because they want to learn what is really going on in the world and reject the bourgoise framework presented to them. Yes the university may create sellouts and capitalists but it also creates people like Che Guevara, Mandy Hiscocks Dan keller and people like my boss who want to not only understand the paradimes of this world but activly take up problems and change there conditions for the embetterment of humanity. This struggle that they are waging to understand study and act shine like a bastion of hope in an institution of darkness where people are seens as products and schools a factory. There struugle, by virtue of being genuine and sincere follows the logical conclusion to leave the ivory tower of academia and join the people in solving the problems put forward by society in a way that benifits all. In this context my work of building bridges is not just something that should be done so that there are no splits but rather an exchange of culture and ideas. Yes i may get depressed sometimes, and threaten to quit a million times, but at the end of the day I am happy to be part of this work not because of resources or other things, but because on the campus we can find something better then allies, we can find friends and comrades who will have our back and together we will work to build a society fit for all.