oh boy

Another weekend in NYC, another fantastic AIESEC meeting. This one, while perhaps not as revolutionary in actual breakthrough thinking and innovation, was still a huge step.

When i got back to Ithaca last night, i re-read my last entry, looking for parallels between my emotions now and then, after the last NYC weekend. What I found was quite daunting, yet very exciting. The big break down I talked about last time, the incomplete communication, is now on my shoulders. Arthur, Ali, Izaz and I are the ones now responsible with bringing back what we've been working on all summer, to the rest of the nation's leadership. As stated, Oh Boy.

There are two major responsibilities I see us having. The first, and in my opinion, the most important, is beginning to shift the current culture, the environment in which individuals see themselves, in regards to AIESEC US. This is not easy, but it can be done.

The second responsibility is creating ownership around all the material, empowering everyone to fully believe in these ideas. The only way any of our visions are going to come to life, is through giving people the same feeling of excitment as we had, giving them back the power and feeling of influence, over their own realities.

Besides all that, NYC was great. Friday night was rather casual, going to Horace, a great hookah bar in the village, somewhere around b and 6th. I got there with a few friends from home, looking to meet up with some other AIESECers. The table is full, having pulled up a few chairs for myself and my guests. Few minutes later, in walk a few more AIESECers, then some more friends of mine from school. Pretty soon, our table is packed, everyone having a great time. One of the craziest moments of the night was while i was sitting, talking with Zvia, and someone started pulling on my hair from behind. I find out, it's some girl who sat behind me in neuro last semester, and had wanted, all year, to touch my head. Creepy, yet odly satisfying.

Saturday night was a different beast altogether. Another shit show at the Trent Palace down in Jersey city. The night started off innocently enough, having a few beers, smoking some hookah on the rooftop, talking with Pat and Arthur for a bit. Everything was progessing in a decidedly normal, somewhat laidback manner, when a mess of Canadians showed up. After some drunkin questioning, I found out they were the Canadian MC. So I go up and start talking to one of them, only to find out she knows nothing of AIESEC. Out of 8 or so Canadians, I manage to strike conversation with the only one not on the MC, let along aware of AIESEC at all. She of course, doesn't let me know until we're five or so minutes into the conversation. We manage to ramble on some more, me ever concious of the awkwardness I've created. After that, Dave, a fellow AIESEC man from Kansas, performed for the entire party, not once, but twice, his infamous Napolean Dynamite Dance Re-creation. That was soon followed by a great game of bitches bitches, and other colamity.

perhaps my favorit part of the weekend was Sunday morning. While I myself was, I'd say a 7 on the hung over scale, I walked in to find Dave from Kansas, still drunk from the night before. In front of him was some water, a cup of coffee, and a bottle of melox, what I dupped, the Kansas cocktail. While I must say Dave's input on Sunday was a bit below his normal high standards, I would look at him ever once in awhile, and immidiatly start laughing, just looking at the poor hung over wreck. It soon came out, that he didn't even remember dancing his second dance, for a crowd of 25 or so people. Just fantastic.

Anyway, back to work for me. yeah arthur, I'm getting paid for this.

Cheers