[November, 1988] The Votes are In
Today is the day!!! The day of the election. I know I should not be nervous but I am (a little).
I cannot believe that the day finally came, I’m so exited.
We are allowed to watch the counting of the votes and I am definitely going to be there. My parents are going to hear my speech in the auditorium.
After weeks of campaigning (which consisted of little more than taping posters all over the halls with “catchy” slogans and telling classmates to vote for me), it was time for the moment of truth.
I prepared a solid speech which I had practiced at home to the point of memorization. I can only imagine the outlandish reform I promised if elected to become vice president, from better cafeteria food to fewer school days.
My main opponent was George, a tall, broad-shouldered Greek boy who had the quiet poise of a natural leader.
I remember being in the spare classroom while the votes were tallied, counting up the hash marks as each ballot was accounted for. All of a sudden George and the other students were congratulating me, and I felt an odd sense elation at having won the election, but knew something was off. By my count, George had 10 more votes than I did.
Part of me hoped I was the one who counted wrong, but I knew that wasn’t the case. The votes were tallied again and George was announced as the vice president.
Those few false minutes when I was thought to be the victor were so bittersweet. Though George was boastful during campaigning, he was gracious about accepting his rightful victory. I remember his sad, gap-toothed smile when they announced the corrected count, downplaying his excitement for my benefit.