Its almost been a year now, since I joined up with the club and nothing has really changed. I give. I give. I give and I never receive anything in return. People sometimes ask us why we do it. Why do we work for free, without compensation, without reward. Its really hard to say. The pride? Respect? Something deep inside that lets us know we've made a difference even if no one else knows.
That pretty much sums up what its like to be an officer of Imports@UCI. Its rewarding in a way, and not in others. Most members don't realize how much effort we put into the club. My officers are some of the most dedicated out there, shit. Dedication is going to Officer meetings every Saturday night, and sacrificng all your weekend plans to run the club. Dedication is setting up events and meetings even though you have a final the next day. Dedication is going to a meeting you don't want to be at because you're "supposed" to be there. Dedication is missing The OC, regardless of how great people tell you it is. Dedication is staying after events even though you would rather be home so you can clean up. Dedication is taking pictures for free when you could be making money somewhere else. Dedication.
It'd be a lie for me to say we didn't love the club. At times our dedication fluxuates between love and hate, but theres always that bond we have. Its our baby. Our creation. We all put something into it to make it what it is now. Our pride. Our joy. Why do we do it? Why do we sacrifice our time, effort, sweat and blood? Its for the satisfaction we get when we see members enjoy themselves even if it means doing a good job when no one else notices.
Thumbs down yo. =|
