Why?

My last blog brought back another memory. This memory was also brought back at the aforementioned assembly. This is where one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life took place. It was early spring of 2001. Student Body Elections were coming up and for some reason I thought I should run. I am still baffled as to why I thought I should do this, but I did. I'm pretty sure it's just because teenagers logic totally sucks and their brains aren't fully developed.

Like I said, people were starting to run for Student Body Government positions. I decided VERY last minute to run for Student Body Historian. This job would require poster making, photography, and scrapbooking skills mainly. I know, SO awesome, who wouldn't want this job? Well, as it is commonly known I was NOT a good student in high school and all the candidates had to have a certain GPA and attendance record. I don't remember the details but somehow I found out last minute that I could still qualify. I had to get all my teachers to sign a paper saying they approved of me running. I distinctly remember having difficulties getting my history teacher, Mr. Smith, to sign my paper. He DESTESTED me. I still do not know why, but he seriously, seriously hated me. I don't even remember how I got him to sign it, but somehow the paper was signed. I was able to turn my application in the day everything was due. The next day was the SBO assembly. For this assembly, I had to come up with a skit. I know, skit equals embarrassing, and magnified when in front of the entire student body. I also had to make posters and come up with a slogan for this. I actually think I had 2 or 3 days to do this now that I think about it, but still, hardly any time at all. Through all of this craziness I never stopped to think about whether I might actually win. Had I stopped and really thought about this, I could have saved myself a world of embarrassment. My slogan I came up with was "Life in the Fast lane". Don't know what the hell that had to do with anything, but that was my slogan. Something about living senior year in the fast lane. Whatev. I made my posters and put them all over the school, forced my friends to be in my skit, and we practiced like the night before, and I stayed up the entire night making a stupid banner. Since the whole weird fast lane thing was my apparent theme, I used a Limp Bizkit song that had the phrase "life in the fast lane in it". The skit involved Razor Scooters, that embarrassing song, and my friends and I wearing biker clothes. I still owe my friends SO SO much for subjecting themselves to the same humilation, although I was way more embarrassed because my NAME was attached to all of this. Our auditorium has 3 or 4 lanes that go in between the sections of seats. My friends and I started at the back of the auditorium and when the music started rode our scooters done the aisles, down to the front. Then, as I recall we did some kind embarrassing Razor Scooter routine. It's hard to convey the embarrassment of this experience. I can't even believe I was able to type all of this. I don't think I've been able to verbalize this story since it happened.

Well, elections happened that day or something and big surprise, I didn't win. I cried when I found out I didn't win, but I don't feel bad for my past self at all. Helloooo, you were wearing biker clothes, riding a scooter, and had Limp Bizkit playing for crying out loud! Plus, you weren't even that popular. Sorry, but you weren't.

Oh the joys of reliving past trauma. I hope you all enjoyed this little journey into my past. I'm really glad most of you weren't there to see the real thing.