I've talked to you all quite a bit about all the recent activities that I've been involved in regarding school. I remember mentioning the fact that I am now an officer of three different groups on my campus, and as a result of this, I am a busy bee all the time. With one of my clubs, the one in which I actually have the most involvement already, it appears that several of my colleagues who thought that they were going to have the time to devote to the club moreso than at our monthly meetings, no longer have the will or the energy to show up on a regular basis. This has resulted in my plate becoming a lot fuller, as I have ended up helping the president of the club dealing with all the day to day things that need to get accomplished. My newest chore involves being the de facto treasurer for the group. Of course, I'm not technically supposed to be the treasurer, but when there is money coming in the door for membership and publications, it has just ended up sitting around with no one to take care of it but me. In the grand scheme of things, it's not all that much money that comes in on any given day, usually less than one hundred dollars, but that's not the point. Being a small student-run club, any money coming in the door is important money. It's not like that money can just sit around for weeks or even months on end without it getting deposited into our bank account. Today I decided, after looking at the envelope of money sitting on my desk at our office for the last month...brimming with cash and checks, I figured that it was high time that someone take care of it. As I looked around at the empty office, I had the all-too-familiar realization that that "someone" was going to be me. No big deal, right?...just one more thing to worry about. So, I packaged the envelope off and set off to take care of things at the bank. End of story...but is it...

As I was on my way to the bank, I began thinking to myself about financial responsibility. I wondered why it always ends up being up to me (and the president of the club in this particular situation) who has to take care of all these extras...especially things like money that are (hello!) very important. I also began to wonder why it is that intelligent people always end up biting off more than they can chew. I supposed it's to build good face and a good reputation, but seriously, they just end up fooling themselves and making the task more difficult for those of us who won't let things fall unattended to. I shook my head and heaved a sign and knew that it was no use getting myself upset about the situation, because it wasn't going to do anyone any good in the long run. After all, it's just going to look all the better for me in the long run when the higher-ups ask who has been taking care of jobs x, y, and z. When the people who were supposed to be helping out by doing said jobs aren't able to raise their hands and truthfully say that they have been taking care of their lot and I have been, AND I'm still managing to keep everything else together, life will likely look pretty sweet for me. Huzzah to that!

So anyways, I made it to the bank, did the deposit, and turned myself back around to head back to the office to take care of MY things. I still got everything done and was even early for class. It was pretty amazing, I have to say. I hope that I can keep this all up and take care of all these things without falling behind myself. Knowing me and the fact that I NEED to be busy, I don't think that it's going to be difficult of a problem to keep it going.