Sadness Being Felt By Great Individuals

I find it so incredibly shocking, and it saddens me to such a great degree, that I have decided to post a comment reflecting on my feelings in regard to the sadness which I have seen felt by people who are, in my view, great individuals who deserve the highest level of respect, honour, and admiration. When we, the lay individuals of society feel some pain, sadness, or even a sense of sorrow, we accept it. Reflecting on our own faults, we draw the conclusion that we probably deserved it in some way, and find a way of getting over the pain. Such is the normal cycle of the world, we tell ourselves, and try and move on.

When, however, we find people who we have such a veneration and respect for being treated in a horrible manner, it is difficult to make sense of it. I am not following the misconcieved principle that some people are perfect, but I do believe that there are certain individuals who of such potential, and possess such a level of 'amazingosity' (a new term for the Oxford English Dictionary), that we don't care if they do have the tiniest faults. It has saddened me to such a great degree to hear of individuals who I believe make the world a better place, who fill the earth with radiance and sunshine, to have been treated like dirt by others. How is it possible, for a person to be so hurtful to such amazing people?

I do not wish to sound like an alarmist, but I fear that the world is becoming a worser place than it had been 20 years ago. Morality and manners seem to be increasingly replaced with a focus on hedonistic pleasure and immorality, even if we do harm others in the way. It is so sad that people who have the such promise are being treated in such a way that their aspirations, hopes, and dreams are affected. It is not right.

The only solace we can draw, I suppose, is from the notion that 'what goes around, comes around.' These people will, to use the much-used phrase, 'get their just desserts', and will realise just how wrong they had been, just how hurtful they had been, to another individual. I only hope we are around to see it.

Sabbatical Videos

Currently, I am completing my MA in English Literature at Queen Mary University. I was recently contacted by the Students Union to assist in the sabbatical elections for next year. These are the videos which have caused my name to now circulate around the QM campus;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rKXqK19dC4&feature=channel_page

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayG43FReENs&feature=channel
(there are more links on the right, but these two candidates are very colourful)

Taking tha purple board back (which I used to put behind each candidate before filming them several times!) was an absolutely arduous task today. It was in the Students Union and I needed to take it back to the Queens building, and it was raining, so I thought, 'improvise.' It was after my lecture, and my class (of two other women) and I were due at the Dr Williams library to meet Isabel Rivers. So I hailed down the man with takes all the trash out in this useful little buggy he uses. I told the women on my course to wait, standing in the rain, with my bag, so we could head to the train station together as we didn't know where the library was. I convinced the buggy man that i'd spoken to his boss who had okay'd the use of the buggy for the transportation of the board. He said, 'fine', and helped me load the massive board onto the back. I climbed in, and we were off, and it was through the little window of the buggy that I saw the two women on my course looking at me driving off, in sheer disbelief and anger, as i'd left them with my huge bag! I drove the board back to the Queens building, and the Publictaions Office all cheered the safe return of their board. Then I got a call from one of the women on the course, who said, 'we have your bag, come to the station before it goes missing!' Right. Ran down to the station, to find they were fortunately there. Apparently they'd planned to hide it, but it was too heavy, and they hadn't gotten far. We got to the librray in the end, though my day really ended at 7pm, as I had to head back to whitechapel to teach. The sacrifices we have to make for QM!