The Life of Me

I was really irritated earlier today. I've spent the past couple of weeks writing speeches, making posters, coming up with brilliant ideas, and doing other campaigning stuff, running for student council president. I lost some hours of sleep over this. I was stressed out about it. My partner-in-running (in other words, vice president) had just undergone surgery, so I had to say our entire speech. In fact, I ended up writing the whole darn thing. Now, that was difficult. You know how some people do speeches, and they're clearly so desperate to be funny, but all it is is a bunch of lame jokes? You just want to walk up there and hit them on the head with a dictionary until they pass out so that they shut up? Yeah. So, I was trying not to do that, because that won't get you votes. So I started the speech by insulting one of the teachers (it's kind of an inside joke at the school). The speech went really uphill from there. People laughed a lot (barely any laughing was done during the other speeches).

After that, people kept coming up to me and saying, "Great job," and "I'm sooo voting for you." Also, our posters and slogans looked good, and they actually rhymed, and they were catchy! (Okay, fine, one pair had "Vote for ___! We have the koalafications!" with a picture of an ADORABLE koala, but still...) Plus, we actually got our posters up on time. EVERYONE ELSE was late!!! And a couple of them copied us! I was so excited. I was sure we were going to win. (I have this problem with hopes... They're always too high for me to pull them down... "Don't get your hopes up" doesn't work on me.) And, as I said a few entries ago, I'm smart and responsible. I'd make a great president! So, the elections were today, during second period. They always have a couple non-candidates count up the votes after the elections, then they announce the winners at the end of the day. So I spent the entire day in agony, as did the other candidates.

A girl who was running for president against me (we're friends, though) had told me a few days ago that she actually didn't want to be president anymore, and that she thought I would totally cream everybody else. We'll call her Heather, okay? So, last period, me, Heather, and the other candidates couldn't shut up about how freakishly excited we were. The announcement came literally one minute before the dismissal bell rang. The principal talked and talked about how "As you all know, today was the student council elections... We won't say how many votes everybody got... We won't say who was runner up... It was a very close election... But this year, our student council president is..." (Pause for effect) And then the bell rang. We never found out who won. I'M KIDDING! HAH! The president was... "Heather Lastname!" (Her partner, of course, was vice president.) She was nice about it, of course. I mean, sure, she and her partner were shrieking with excitement right next to me, but she didn't brag or anything. But I was so mad! But when I'm mad at school, if it's not too unbearable, I try to just crack a joke and laugh it off. That's what I did... all... the... way... through... volleyball... practice. (With Heather and her partner)

So, I detest volleyball practice... Sure, the coach is cool, and the people were nice (until 2 of them won the election), and volleyball is a pretty cool sport, but I'm really not fit at all, apparently my platform (where you hit the ball on your arms) isn't even, I'm bad at hitting the ball in every other way, and my overhand serve sucks. I was already angry at all the other drills I was failing at, and then we started serving. Heather and her partner's serves were flawless, of course. I just couldn't get it right. They were talking to me, and I was trying to be friendly. But I was furious! So, when yet another serve bounced against the net, I had had it. I slammed one against the wall. It, of course, came back at me and hit my face lightly. Then coach came over, right as tears were wandering into my eyeballs. She showed me a new technique for serving while I tried with all my might not to cry. (I didn't cry until I was home, in the shower.) (I've been looking forward to student council since I was little.) The serve worked a bit better after that... But I was still mad.

-Not-President Sue Donimm