I just realized we are going to know who Nagan killed on The Walking Dead before we know who our next president is going to be. This is going to be a bumpy ride. I'm trying to slide this blog post in right before my bedtime, so I'm not going to get into the current state of the United States presidential race (I'd rather not have nightmares), but I do have a few moments with the letter E, and it stands for Election today, so, here goes.
I was elected Vice-President of my 6th or 7th grade class. I remember nothing about the whole thing, except maybe giving a speech and being excited about winning. There didn't seem anything to the actual position after that, however.
Middle school was a pretty confusing time for me. Like many kids, I didn't know where I fit in. I felt like I should be a good student, but some of my friends taunted me and called me a goody-goody. So, I headed out with some kids over the weekends or after school to determine just how much cheap beer we could drink before it made us upchuck. Well, that made me seem like a freak to other friends. I wandered back and forth between extremes, hoping I would land somewhere, sometime-- and I hoped somehow kids would think I was "ok."
Of course, if I would have given up trying to be someone for somebody else and just focused on what I wanted for myself, deep down, I could have saved myself a lot of heartache, pain, and time spent kneeling before the porcelain throne or crying in front of the mirror because of my bangs. (But I didn't realize this until just now. A little late.)
By the time I was a senior in high school, I was figuring out a little bit more.Not enough. I had decided that the little portion of the world that was high school was run by an "elite few." So much of it, even the Student Council was a sham, I thought. You couldn't get into something like that unless you were "a certain type," in my mind-- a popular kid, straight A's, somebody who would never break a rule or skip a class.
To prove it was fixed, I walked around and got the correct number of signatures from my classmates to get into Student Council-- nothing big, just a class representative (you know, just in case something weird happened and I did win; I didn't want all that responsibility). I gave the speech and was surprised when I got elected. I shouldn't have been. I don't think anybody else ran. But still.
I tried to get involved; but I discovered it really didn't interest me. Plus, the meetings were at LUNCH. There was no other time during the day I could leave campus and have a cigarette. So, I suppose it is fair to say, when it comes to my class representative duties, I was a no-show most of the time. I did help with a concert fundraiser held at the school. And I helped pick out the motto for our graduation cards (A journey of a thousand miles...).
But that was about it.
At least I learned politics was not for me.
See ya tomorrow!