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Jock, to Jock 2: I felt like such a whore today.


Today was...interesting. More eventful than most days, not that that's hard. It started out fairly routinely: I went to breakfast, then classes. During German, though, we were served some sort of German dessert -- apple slices sprinkled with rum and beer, and lightly fried. I'm not sure what they were called, but they were scrumptious. Scrumptious, I tell you. After that, I went to European History, where we discussed Europe after the second world war. I left early to go to a SCRUM meeting.

SCRUM is "Students for Constitutional Reform at the University of Montevallo", and it's a chapter of Alabama Citizens for Constitutional Reform. Alabama has a dismal Constitution: it was written by racist planters who created a regressive tax system, disenfranchised non-whites, and made the entire state subject to the whims of Montgomery. Local laws have to be passed by the state legislature and through state-wide ballots. This is inefficient and injurious, as people in Selma have no clue about affairs in Huntsville. The result is that the legislature spends all of its time legislating on bingo ordiances in Podunk and not on important stuff like...oh, say, education.

I encountered SCRUM last year because I happened to work for people who are involved in it. Reforming the state constitution to make it better fits in with my desire to see democray improved -- to make it more responsive to the needs of people. Democracy in Alabama isn't, really. Tonight the local chapter showed a movie about the constution, and I attended to see it. The documentary was funny, but most of the information I already knew. Only two members (including myself) were male. The talk/movie was being held in a building I've never visited, and so I didn't know the way there. I followed some other guy, as it looked as if he knew where he was going, but it turns out that both of us were clueless. We were directed to the proper place, though.

One of the attendees was an adjuant instructor in the BSS department -- she teaches intro-level history courses. We talked about history and history classes until the movie started. Afterwards, food was served -- strawberries, grapes, nachos, chicken tenders, and some other stuff. I had grapes, cheese cubes, and chicken tenders. After a while, I left to find a restroom. The building's interior is sort of a mess, I think, because it used to be the library and it had to be re-done once the library moved to another location. Consequently it has a weird layout and I couldn't find the male restroom. I did find the female restroom. After realizing I was deep in the bowels of a building and would not find a bathroom soon, I said "Aw, screw it" and went to the female bathroom and opened the door. "Housekeeping," I said. I felt for a lock, realizing to my immense joy that the door could be locked. I crept in, locked the door, did my business, and left quickly -- after flushing and putting the seat back down.

As I walked back to the conference room I passed a male bathroom. Figures. Still, I got to defile a female bathroom. Yay. Also, free supper -- I didn't have to go to Subway tonight.