Get Up, Stand Up

I've been bad. I promised to write, but I haven't. I swear, I've been really busy. I was just about to write this really long thing about a controversy that's going on at UofO, but when I went and searched the Fulcrum articles that provides the information about said controversy, I was presently surprised to see that someone has already written a nicer and more concise version of what I was just about to write. Therefore, instead of writing the exact same thing, I will link to the article:

Bilingualism requirements dash the hopes of another crop of SFUO candidates

I have always been very clear on my own personal views about this issue, and issues like it: anyone, regardless of age, sex, race, nationality, sexual orientation, or language, should be able to do or achieve whatever he or she chooses to do. It's in our freakin' constitution. Last time I checked (and with no disrespect meant to any French-speaking people), all those rights come before the section on the Official Languages of Canada, and the only province, constitutionally, that is required to use both Official Languages in the education system is New Brunswick.

Anyone speaking either English OR French should be able to run for the SFUO, a student association in a school that's located in a province that's not New Brunswick. Let we, the people, decide who should represent us. If they are qualified, let we, the students, vote on the person we want in our office based on their platform and their kick-ass free stuff and gimmicks. Since birth, we've been taught that the most important and privileged things about living in Canada is our freedom, our rights, and our democracy. What this situation proves is that the inherent principles of our rights, freedoms, and democracy are no matter within the confines of the University of Ottawa, a scary precedence that has gone on for many years at our school.

You'll be hearing more from me about this sooner rather than later...

Work Out

Ugh. I want to write this really long entry about American Gladiators but I've got work to do. I know, I know: "ENOCH, YOU'RE DOING WORK!?" It's readings that count toward something and therefore my philosophy of "doing as little as possible to get by." Sorry blog world, you're gonna have to hear about Helga tomorrow.