First of all, I realized that apparently some people do in fact read this blog. My last post got picked up by a few local news outlets and I received some interesting emails from a diverse group of people about my last post.
The first week of my second semester I found myself with the Governor of New York for the third time that month. I had been asked if I would help the Governor’s office when he stops by the Hudson-Valley, and naturally his first stop was at Marist College…poetic really.
I found myself in a familiar pl
Working the doors was a lot more fun than I would ever have thought. I was ushering public officials I know and my college friends all in one big group. I often like the idea that I live two very different lives, one is rather political and the other is as a college student. Every now and then it appears I get some cross over. The Governor also sent me a signed letter thanking me for helping out.
I also got to see Assemblyman Marc Molinaro at the event. In my last post, I mentioned that Marc did not accept my Facebook friend request. Naturally within a few hours of that post going up he did accept my friend request. It is no secret that I am a Democrat and I lean to the left. However, I like Marc a lot a
I started work on Jon Sennett’s campaign for District Attorney in Ulster County. I launched his official Facebook page from my dorm room. Although this didn’t count as an official announcement, I have to wonder how many other college students can say they launched a county wide race from their dorm room. In 2007 when Jon first ran, I worked in his office. It was my first real summer job and my first introduction to anything political. I like to point out that I had been promised a job at a local bagel store that fell through and Jon offered me a job in his office. I wonder how different things w
I got to attend a press conference held by Chuck Schumer also held on campus. What seemed like a calm and collected semester compared to my fall semester quickly changed in what literally was a matter of minutes…six to be exact.
It was Sunday, February 20th and it seemed like a normal chilly day. I was appointed by the Student Body President to be elections commissioner for the school year. I guess he felt I knew a thing or two about elections.
This day in February was the deadline for petitions to be turned in to run in Marist’s elections. The deadline was at five and it was no secret that two candidates would be running for student body president and I happened to know both of them. As the deadline approached and the minutes ticked away I had only one candidate’s petitions in hand.
As the deadline drew near myself and other made frantic phone calls and sent text messages to the other candidate to remind him of the fast approaching deadline; then at 5:06 PM in he walked with his petitions and a large smile. The room had quickly filled with people to see if he would get there in time. I did what I was appointed to do. I saw to it that the candidates followed our Student Government Constitution and I didn’t accept his petitions. The deadline had clearly passed and it seemed like a no brainer to me.
The candidate didn’t think it was nearly as simple as I did though. Some felt that he was the more popular candidate. His running mate had been forced to return early from her semester abroad in Egypt due to the revolution (I can’t make this stuff up) and they had received some nice free press in the school paper for this. The candidate claimed his watch had been off, then he said he wasn’t sure what time they were due, and eventually it was because I liked the other candidate more. He felt that I ended the election over six minutes and a lot of his friends agreed. He appealed my decision to Marist’s judicial board which is made up of students. He felt that I had a biased and felt that I had not adequately informed the candidates of the due dates (despite the fact that everyone met the deadline but him). Never once, on that day or the days that followed did he take responsibility for being late.
For the first time in Marist College SGA history the elections were delayed by the administration so the judicial board could review the facts. I ended up meeting with Marist officials and doing interviews with the school paper and the chief justice at Marist College. In one meeting with administrators, I was told that the Marist by-laws made it possible for me to be removed as elections commissioner by the student body president and that he could then reinstate the candidate I had thrown out. I was told that changing my decisions would make the most parties happy. I ended up pointing out that I make tons of decisions that make some people unhappy. That I learned long ago that I need to make decisions because I know they are the right ones not because they will make some people happy. I found the question offensive, and I would be asked it from a multitude of people for days.
The discussions of the elections became a topic in class rooms and made the cover of the schools newspapers for two consecutive weeks. In the end the chief justice felt that there were no grounds for my decision to even go before the judicial board and the decision stood.
In response to the decision a number of my peers threatened to demonstrate at SGA events I would be attending. They called it No Choice No Voice Rallies. These were protests that I believe were meant to emulate the events in Egypt. Personally I felt it was sad to compare protests for Democracy to someone who couldn’t hand in paper work on time but that was just me. Naturally not a single protester showed up to the two planned demonstrations. A handful of students did show up in support of me. They carried signs that read, “We Protest the Protest.” They may not have mobilized in the flesh but they did turn to the internet. I got to read some not so flattering things about me on a blog or two, got a few threats, and a number of people changed their profile pictures to this lovely graphic…(I liked the graphic idea…but we will come back to that)
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You see in this instance I had to take everything I had learned after May 19, 2009. The things I have written about on this blog as well as the things I choose not to write about and everything in between. I realize that this choice didn’t make the papers or the local news as some of my other endeavors have but it was a true test of everything I had learned and I’m damn proud of the choice I made. The right thing isn’t always the easy thing. It’s about as clichĂ© of a phrase as you can get, it was nice to see that I could live it and in the end become stronger for it.
During that debacle I set up a forum that to my understanding has never been undertaken by a school district. I based it off a forum I went to in Garrison. Myself and a fellow school board member got Assemblyman Kevin Cahil
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I also got to lend a hand in the Mayor’s race in the Village of New Paltz. My friend Jason West ran for the seat that he held from 2003-2007. I will never forget when I ran for
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I spent a good part of Election Day working the phones. The day before someone sent out a cowardly attack mailing asking peop
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I sat in line for well over an hour. The band The Roots opened for the President and they set the stage for what was a very exciting night. The President came on stage only hours a
In the end the last six months were exciting and stressful; what college should be I suppose. I had the chance to learn a lot and use some of t
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