nbsp; Surprisingly, this information seemed to cheer him up excessively. So much so, in fact, that I’m feeling kind of annoyed.
Wha—
Oh, no. The classroom loudspeaker just crackled. Principal Gupta is coming on to announce the results of today’s votes.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Here it is:
Lana Weinberger, three hundreds fifty nine votes.
Mia Thermopolis, six hundreds forty one votes.
Oh, my God.
OH, MY GOD.
I’M THE NEW STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT OF ALBERT EINSTEIN HIGH.
Monday, September 14, 5 p.m., Ray’s Pizza
Okay. That was…that was just totally surreal.
I don’t even know how else to describe it. I’m in a total and complete daze. Still. And it’s been two hours since Principal Gupta declared me the winner. And I’ve had half a plain cheese pizza and three Cokes since then.
And I’m STILL in shock.
Maybe it’s not so much winning the election as it is what happened after I found out I won the election. Which was…
…a LOT, actually.
First off, everyone in my Earth Science class, including Kenny, started jumping all over the place, congratulating me, then asking me if I could please ask the trustees to buy the bio lab electrophoresis kits, something for which they’d unsuccessfully lobbied the last president.
So, obviously, in no time at all, I understood the full weight of the responsibility I would bear as president.
And…
I welcomed it.
I know. I KNOW.
I mean, like it’s not enough I’m
the princess of Genovia
sister to a defenseless infant whose mother and father are somewhat lacking in the parenting department, if you know what I mean
a budding writer who still has to get through sophomore Geometry this year
a teen, with all that that word implies, such as mood swings, insecurities, and the occasional zit
in love with a college boy.
Now I’m actually entertaining the idea of being all that, AND president of my school student council???
But. Well. Yeah.
Yeah, I am. Because winning that election against Lana?