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Hail to the queen!!! |
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Okay, here's the deal, every year my high school gets it tails all in a ruffle over Homecoming. Every year I wonder what the big deal is about Homecoming Dance/Game/Week in general, because, honestly, I don't it. So last year, in an attempt to figure it all out, I agreed to let my friend nominate me for Junior Princess. All was well, the nomination was turned in on time and all I had to do was sit back, relax and wait to be crowned Junior Princess of Fall Homecoming. Then on voting day I noticed that my name wasn't on the ballot, needless to say, I was pissed. So I took a little side trip over to the activites office and asked why my name wasn't on the ballot. Let me first explain that the office was over-run with cliquish senior cheerleaders who were known for their lying and all around lack of morals who, just my luck, were in charge of Homecoming Court. One of them informed me that they had never recived the nomination and they simply couldn't do anything about it now cos the ballots had already been handed out. So, vexed, I went to my good friend (who had turned in the nomination) and asked her if she was sure she turned it in, she was and frankly, I believed her more than I belived those head-kicking brats. So my friend & i went back and talked to the activites director himself, who (surprise, surprise) also said that he'd not seen it and that they'd propbably lost it (cough,cough, thrown it away,cough,cough) and that no, they couldn't do a revote because it wouldn't be fair to the chick that had already won. So we left and I went home because A) I was sick with the flu and 2) I was gettign sick of that stupid school, which was over-run by yuppies who made up less than 10% of it's population. So Homecoming comes and goes and I keep getting asked why I wasn't on the ballot and what had happened (by this time muchas peeps knew that the yuppies had messed stuff up), a few of my buddies talked to the activites director damanding a revote, a teacher even looked into the "incident" on my behalf. A few weeks later, I get a note in my French class form the good old activites director, my buddie, my pal, stating that they had indeed recived my nomination but "sadly it had been misplaced in a large stack of paperwork" and that my place in next year's ballot was assured becase they had messed up. I really wish that I had kept that letter, it was sorta funny, the way they tried to make it look like they hadn't sat around the paper shreader and watched my nomination get sliced and diced. |
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