By way of update--That baby's daddy did not win the class election. Neither did the Beach Boys candidate. I must say it was quite awkward when they sent out an email to announce the two winners because a thousand dreams were crushed that day and there was a general bitterness in the air. So many good ideas for assemblies that will never get used. So many good dance decorations that will never be hung. So many yearbooks that will never be signed. (If we have year books, I WILL violently projectile vomit all over the school until everyone is thoroughly covered in Cafe Rio, as I'm sure I'll have eaten Cafe Rio that day).
The saddest display of bitterness was by one girl who sits near me who had told me at orientation before I even knew there were elections that she was going to run and win and she had so many fantastic ideas. Consequently, she and a guy that met at orientation and sit directly in front of me in every class started a ramped love affair on day one, so dramatic that I feel like a guest star on days of our lives in classes every day. Sometimes I go to class just to find out what's going on in the relationship. Super nice people. She DEFINITELY wears the pants.
But this girl was talking loudly to a friend about the election while I was studying at my desk. The friend had asked her how she felt about losing and this girl responded without hiding any of the bitterness "well, over half the class is married so it doesn't surprise me that the two winners were married white males!" To which I uncontrollably turned my head in their direction and started laughing. I quickly stopped when I realized that I had done this; I was just so shocked at what I heard that it was as if I couldn't control my actions. I could have told her she needed to calm down. I could have told her that out of the 4 class representatives in the two older classes, three of them are black single females (which is true). But that would clearly have been in violation of my policy to stay out of things. On a side note, I did feel really bad about laughing at her and I've tried to be extra nice to her ever since to make up for it. I may need her vote next year~
It's sad the illogical reasons people come up with to console their shattered pride. I don't blame you for the burst of laughter.
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I find it so so so funny that in the midst of being in law school (not that I went through law school - I did medical school) people find time to include and worry about these elections in their lives. Don't they have much much much more to consume their thoughts and their time with - like....I don't know....LAW SCHOOL or the reality of life? I guess its good in a way, because these people do provide us with much of our entertainment in our lives! HA HA!
ReplyDeletethe drama at my law school is a bit different. more centered around who got plastered and slept with who else on saturday night. do you run into that much at BYU?
ReplyDeleteNo no. But some people are high on life.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that "high on life" thing is worse in a lot of ways, I think...
ReplyDeleteI wish I could have been there to laugh at her with you ;) Phrases like that deserve to be laughed at openly.
I sincerely hope you were kidding about needing her vote next year...we McCann's don't get involved in things like that! Your time can be much better spent with something that will actualy benefit you in the futre like trying to figure out how to make your eyes go bad so you can get glasses, or calling your sisters back when they call you, or memorizing every line from several rediculous movies (Waiting For Guffman, The Very Brady Sequel, Pee Wee's Big Adventure...wait I think you already have all those memorized...)
ReplyDeleteIf you run for office next year, can I make your campaign signs??? I ran for class office in the 10th grade and made some of the best signs -- one that said "It ain't no riddle, just vote for Will Whittle!" Right before elections I was disqualified because grades came out and I had "D" in Math... but, that's okay because now that I'm old and working, I realize that you really don't need to know math to have a successful career.
ReplyDeleteFor the record, I agree that "high on life" is worse... at least the people who are high on other things eventually pass out.
too bad you're not asian cuz i'd have a great slogan for you. after we moved from canada, my brother's friends posted up signs all over school pretending he was running for student council even tho we'd moved, with his picture and his slogan, "tason jang, I chink so!"
ReplyDeleteuh, hopefully that last comment wasn't offensive to other asians who may be reading this blog... but in case they are, well those boys who put up the signs got in mild trouble so no worries.
ReplyDelete(...but not because it was offensive but because we moved. and it was fake, as my brother's name is not tason jang. oh well i tried to make amends with my asian peeps).
Nana is Chinese: just for clarification. She is also from Canada and now lives in the US. As you can imagine the recent olympics were a very conflicting time for her.
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