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President's Note

Across college, students have a slightly twisted impression of AICUF. Apparently, we AICUFers sit and sing hymns/pray in our free time. Now, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. If that’s what you do, that’s fine! (Maybe you want to join our choir?). Hey, it’s not our fault we got an office under the Chapel (big thanks to Fr. Roy!). Just as Xavier's accepts students of all faiths we too welcome everyone regardless of their religious background. Even though we organize the choir for all the Feast Masses (boy, are we good! and yes, I’m tooting our own horn), spirituality isn't the only thing we focus on. We also focus on Social Outreach and the resulting Personality Development. AICUF is all that and much more.

To me, AICUF is not just about the social work, it’s about meeting other like minded individuals who share your passions and interests. It’s about interacting with famous and not-so-famous personalities, who have had the courage to fight for the marginalized and to stand up for what is right.


AICUF is more about making a difference, however small, in the lives of the less fortunate. It’s about being compassionate and empathetic, more than sympathetic (look up the difference). It’s about looking at others not merely as people but as human beings. It’s about feeling closer to humanity in this digital age of impersonalisation. It’s about seeing God (or any other entity you believe in,) in our fellow beings. AICUF helps you recognize the tremendous power you have, to change the world (for the better). It helps you to tap into this potential and gives you opportunities to use it. 

I’ve made us sound like Samaritans. Yea, we try to do some good work, but we also have our fun. We have days, when we have a truckload of work, sitting right there in the office and taunting us, but all we do is gossip and tease each other. Of course, the next day, we have double the work to do. But, it’s all good. Each of these instances and experiences is what shapes an AICUFer to be the best he/she can be. 


AICUF is family. AICUF is me. I am an AICUFer.

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