I had no idea what to expect. I wrote down the following things that I figured the group would be like.
· I knew it would be full of Nerds.
· Possibly, if not mostly book Nerds, enveloped in fantasy.
· I figured the Male/Female Ratio would be about 10-1.
· Physical appearances that of really skinny, or fat.
· Most would have Poor hygiene, greasy hair.
· I also assumed the club would be full of people quiet and shy.
I then looked them up via: Google. And found their website. On their homepage they explained a lot about themselves. Cepheid Variable is an organization devoted to the support and promotion of all things science fiction, fantasy, horror, science, and technology, and the support of the community that grows around them through an atmosphere of acceptance and kinship. Cepheid seeks to promote creativity, enrich imagination, and build active learning opportunities through a variety of educational programs, demonstrations, and presentations.
With that I had I felt I had a pretty good expectation on how the group and meeting would be.
Day of the Meeting
First off, since it was the second week of club meeting, apparently Rudder Tower hosts about 20 clubs at 8:00 on Tuesdays. The hall way was packed waiting in line for all kinds of clubs being held on the above floors. It turns out that the stairs were closed because the second floor was under construction, causing the pile up of students. It took me about 10 minutes waiting in a line to get to an elevator, just to get to the third floor.
I finally get to the third floor, and found the meeting room. My first expectation of the club being full of nerds was spot on, not a big deal. But I was dead wrong about how many members there were. I counted at least 110 people trying to fit into a little class room that could hold maybe 60. And the noise was at a high level decibel, which completely shattered my assumption that people would be quiet and shy.
Everyone seemed to have there on clicks (groups), in which they hung out with. When the room began to become more full, there were empty seats, and people would blatantly tell people standing around, “Hey, there’s a seat right here, next to me!”; which made my bias opinion that people were shy.
The meeting started, and it turned out that we had to LEAVE the building, because as a group, they would be violating fire codes, and needed to find a new setting. They called it “mass exodus part II”; they apparently did the same thing the previous week. Since the group had to deal with the elevators again, we had to wait another 10 minutes or so waiting for everyone to reach the bottom floor to move outside were the meeting officially started.
During those 10 minutes, I observed something very noticeable. Most of the people would randomly do a set of things, trying to amuse whoever they were talking to.
· Move their arms up and down like, like a walking monkey, or some weird jester to that effect.
· Make a weird noise while telling a story.
· Try to crack a joke, which no one seemed to understand, and didn’t laugh.
First off, since it was the second week of club meeting, apparently Rudder Tower hosts about 20 clubs at 8:00 on Tuesdays. The hall way was packed waiting in line for all kinds of clubs being held on the above floors. It turns out that the stairs were closed because the second floor was under construction, causing the pile up of students. It took me about 10 minutes waiting in a line to get to an elevator, just to get to the third floor.
I finally get to the third floor, and found the meeting room. My first expectation of the club being full of nerds was spot on, not a big deal. But I was dead wrong about how many members there were. I counted at least 110 people trying to fit into a little class room that could hold maybe 60. And the noise was at a high level decibel, which completely shattered my assumption that people would be quiet and shy.
Everyone seemed to have there on clicks (groups), in which they hung out with. When the room began to become more full, there were empty seats, and people would blatantly tell people standing around, “Hey, there’s a seat right here, next to me!”; which made my bias opinion that people were shy.
The meeting started, and it turned out that we had to LEAVE the building, because as a group, they would be violating fire codes, and needed to find a new setting. They called it “mass exodus part II”; they apparently did the same thing the previous week. Since the group had to deal with the elevators again, we had to wait another 10 minutes or so waiting for everyone to reach the bottom floor to move outside were the meeting officially started.
During those 10 minutes, I observed something very noticeable. Most of the people would randomly do a set of things, trying to amuse whoever they were talking to.
· Move their arms up and down like, like a walking monkey, or some weird jester to that effect.
· Make a weird noise while telling a story.
· Try to crack a joke, which no one seemed to understand, and didn’t laugh.
Once everyone was in the lobby, we proceeded to leave the building, and some how about half the group started to do a Congo dance line, where you put your arms on a person’s shoulders in front of you, and someone does the same to you behind you.
The group found a spot outside where they proceeded with the meeting that had been interrupted due to a large number or participants. From the meeting I found that, there are many groups of people that have little mini clubs. Some with the game of “Magic” and other board-games, some that deal with Video gaming, movie nights at someone’s house, fantasy clubs, ninja clubs, and sci-fi clubs. All information is posted on their facebook website and if anyone wanted to join the club, they only needed to sign up via facebook, and join them at their separate meetings.
After the meeting was over, about half of the group attending the “D-raid” event. Which is mass movement to Double Dave’s Pizza, where everyone gets to eat pizza rolls.
After the meeting was over, about half of the group attending the “D-raid” event. Which is mass movement to Double Dave’s Pizza, where everyone gets to eat pizza rolls.
