I salute you Mr. President!

As the curtain falls on your reign

I wish I had time with you

I wish we could’ve sat and relished a few words

But I guess gone is the time

The opportunity

Maybe even the privilege

Of sharing a word

Magnified into phrases, sentences and paragraphs

Words spoken, words written

As the curtain falls on your reign Mr. President

I wish they could’ve known the gentleman you were

I wish they had wise ears

To read the wisdom you imparted in the silence of your speech

The bishop ordained it

The trees wrote it in the air

With their butts glued to their chairs in the quad they missed it

As the curtain fall on your reign Mr. President

I want the bantam flag to fly at half mask

I want a candle to be lit

Let Spring shower this place with flowers

Let the anthem be sung by a gentle breeze along the Long Walk

For you Mr. President

As the curtain fall on your reign Mr. President

Allow tears to flood our sorrow

A feeling of being detached to a father

Shelter us from the promise of summer

A harsh reality

Of the umbilical cord being cut

A freedom we neither seek nor want

As the curtain fall on your reign Mr. President

Let the eagle spread its wings

Let Uncle Sam welcome you into her secret chamber

Be our ambassador now through eternity

Drill me

Wow! I’ve finally managed to swallow my pride and took this step into what seems to be an interesting journey. Well, before I start making stupid comments I figured it would be wise to seek some form of wisdom from those who are already endowed with the knowledge of how things are ran by the SGA.

My question for today is not that complicated. What is the job description of class senators? I ask because I remember two weeks after school had started in the fall, I saw fliers of aspiring candidates everywhere. They were posted on the door to my dorm, on each floor in Elton and some in Mather. The intimacy that I formed with these fliers was that characterized by hope. I was hopeful that as a freshman my concerns as a citizen of this campus will be echoed by one of the faces on these fliers. I was hopeful that someone would help me understand the jargon used in the draft resolutions of the SGA. I was hopeful that I was going to find a friend in one of these faces. I was hopeful that the flaws of politics in the secular world were not going to reverberate in Trinity’s politics. But I guess I was blinded by optimism –lured into abstraction while being oblivious to reality.

Where are my class senators? What are they doing? Can they spare me some time; to walk me through the SGA jargons, to listens to the throat eruptions of concerns that have crippled my life here, to review with me the promises they made in the fall. I want to know where these people –my heroes and my reason for believing in SGA politics, are. Can someone please tell me if I had expected too much from my class senators. If I was really blinded by optimism. Save me before I lose my mind.