Day In The Life Of A UGBC VP Candidate

WHITE HOUSE ON FOSTER— Goooood morning chestnut hill! It’s another beautiful day in the life of just another guy running for UGBC Vice president. In hopes of being more transparent and honest with the students, I’m taking YOU all through my average, normal, boring day.

I start every morning with affirmations, not for myself, but for the entirety of Foster Street. I shout “You are brave, you are kind, and you are smart” from my rooftop most days of the week, just to boost morale, and because I believe in the value of each and every student within the hallowed halls of Boston College, even the stupid ones who won’t vote for us. 

I make my way downstairs and cook all 8 of my roommates breakfast, packed with protein, fruit, veggies, and of course, a sweet treat to wash it all down. I’m a man for others, what can I say. We discussed the gap between UGBC and the student body and scoffed at the hidden costs that come with attending BC (I’m looking at you, BC Bookstore). 

On my way to class, I stumble upon a burning cybertruck, with 300 innocent puppies in the bed. Most UGBC Vice presidents would just keep walking to their luxury all expenses paid vacation, but being the good samaritan I am, I dove headfirst into the flames and came out with all 300 puppies unscathed. The only thing that took a hit was the hideous lego-like abomination, created by an adult toddler who probably can’t even wipe his own butt with one of his billions of dollars. 

Before sitting down for my first class of the day, “How to Teach Others to be a Good Person, Too” (GUDGUY5900), I stop by the hillside and buy everyone there a coffee. I try to do this 3-5 times a week, just to make sure I brighten at least one person’s day. Pay it forward, Eags! 

In class, I raise my hand only once — not because I was zoning out, but because discussion and dialogue is the only true way towards progress. I do my best to listen to each and every one of my classmates’ points of view. If you know me, my ears are the quickest way to my heart.

After class, I just do boring things. I picked up a friend from the airport, helped 20 students fill out their FAFSA, and started constructing a life size LGBTQ+ resource center with Legos. If BC won’t do these things, I guess little ole me can step up to the plate and lend a helping hand. I’m not the step-candidate, I’m the candidate that stepped up. 

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