Friday, October 24, 2014
Running for a seat on my high school Student Council was a dream of mine. Sadly, I never succeeded. But I can recall how one of my fellow classmates, not only won a seat on the council but, ended up being elected Student Council President.
How did he do it, you ask? Here’s how.
The week following Student Council elections, anyone who was elected as a class representative could run for president of the council. All you had to do is give a five minute speech to the entire school on why you wanted the position. Of the three guys battling for the spot, all seniors, Sage’s presentation stood out.
Early Friday morning, right after school started, everyone was called to the auditorium to hear each candidate’s speech. One by one, they came up on stage, stood behind a wooden podium and gave their speech. The final candidate, Sage, went just a bit further. He gave the audience something different, something completely unexpected. He not only gave a well versed speech on why he should be president but, put on a show, too.
Without warning, the lights dimmed. The room fell silent. Then, the music started playing.
Not just any old music. Oh no. Blaring over the auditorium speakers was a familiar song reserved for the President of the United States of America when he/she attends an official function. That song is Hail to the Chief.
The crowd went wild!
But that was only the beginning.
Walking down the main aisle dressed in a dark suit and tie, Sage was flanked by five tall, smartly dressed guys (football players, I think), each wearing an ear piece. They were dressed in long, beige colored trench coats. Just in front of them, a group of photographers and reports, all vying to get close to the President. With cameras flashing and reports screaming and Hail to the Chief playing in the background, “candidate Sage” headed to the stage.
Even his speech sounded very presidential. “My fellow students” he began. “I stand here before all of you today asking for your vote for Student Council President.....”
Needless to say, Sage hit a homerun, winning by a landslide. I don’t think any of us sitting in that room could remember a single word from his speech. However, each of us did remember everything that happened prior to his speech, and that’s what counts!
And Sage left the room just as dramatically as he entered, surrounded by five guys in trench coats, followed closely by a gaggle of photographers and reports with “Hail to the Chief”, playing to the audience.
Although I may not have won a spot back then, I’m hoping one day, Christopher will get the chance. And when he does and then decides to run for President of the Student Council, we’re going to use this method to secure the spot.
Posted by Diplo_Daddy at 1:00 PM
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Last week, during the two day pause for parent/teacher conferences, this happened, without warning.
You see, even for an eight year old, the urge to write is sometimes overwhelming.
And write he did; three pages worth of glorious writing. Whatever came over him is anyone’s guess, but we’ll take it nonetheless.
He tried to show off his mini-novel to his English teacher however, she’s ill. Too bad because she’d be as impressed with him as we are!
Posted by Diplo_Daddy at 10:16 AM