WAG - To plot the unexecutable plan
I think I’ve been handled an unsolvable task and given a very short amount to do so.
Thus, this post should be short, but I feel a need to explain myself – if only to get my gold star for posting today (or at least a checkmark).
I’ve been very busy today. The hall is hosting an overnight for prospective MU students (5 in all and all from out of state) in conjunction with “Meet Mizzou Days” where there will be a multitude of activities for potential future alumni.
I worked with other student staff members to give a tour of campus (with an emphasis on the J-school buildings [and dropping by some friends at the Missourian]), give them an opportunity to sample dining hall chow, and went to a guest lecture given by one of my former professors (who did a dynamite job).
So far, the staff has been running a great show.
Tomorrow, however…
About a month ago, someone said the staff would volunteer to run a table at the “Activities Fair” in the morning.
This promise was then subsequently forgotten until about 9 p.m. when my boss brought it up again.
Guess who was given the task to try to pull together residents to work a table from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. on a Monday morning?
Hint: His first names rhymes with Caleb?
Give up? I wish I had…
Strangely, after talking to the fifth staff member about the probable trouble there’d be finding willing applicants at this time in the evening (because those people crash early), song lyrics started running through my head.
This happens a lot, being as my mind is more suited to recall pop culture rather than more important subjects like math or science.
Ask me perform some trig calculations, I’d probably impale myself on the sharp end of the compass while fiddling with the protractor. And don’t ask me about the makeup of plant cell. All I know is that they have an extra protective membrane (maybe?), and are green because of chlorophyll, and that I received a concussion the same year I was in Biology, so the fact I can still recall my own name is a great thing in hindsight.
When it comes to providing my own internal soundtrack, my brain can’t help but spit out music cues.
Thus, I found myself hearing To Scheme the Improbable Scheme from Pinky and the Brain (the lyrics are at the bottom of the previously linked page).
It’s a parody of “To Dream the Impossible Dream” from The Man of La Mancha, the Don Quixote musical. Later, my inner-radio station tuned into the actual lyrics of the song. This site will sing you the song, though if you are a person who prefers to view the lyrics sheet, this site will do you some good.
Thus, as I attempt to round together a group to face this challenge, I can take some comfort in the fact that though I may not triumph in my quest, at least the accompanying music will be ironically appropriate.
'Scheme_Dream_Move_on'
