[September, 1988] On the Campaign Trail
I am actually running for vice president of the school and I am doing pretty good.
I got all my 50 names thanks to my friend Marcela, I could have never done it without her. I owe her a lot, she’s a lifesaver.
Despite singing in glee club concerts, participating in plays and talent shows, and competing in annual storytelling contests in front of a panel of judges, I was still pretty shy. While I had no trouble with the public scrutiny that being elementary vice president might bring, the idea of going around and asking a bunch of children I didn’t know to endorse me was quite daunting.
Enter Marcela, wearing big hoop earrings, snapping her gum, taking no prisoners. She was bold and bossy and would end up starring one of the more turbulent friend dramas of my youth. But for now, let’s call her a lifesaver. She helped bring me one step closer to securing a position at school that would bring me no power or authority whatsoever. And for that, I was grateful.
So what do you say? Does the ten-year-old me have your vote? It’s not like there were any other important elections happening that year, right?