Friday, December 14, 2007

No promise of soft drink in the bubbler

Father returned home this afternoon. A little early, quite unexpectently with a letter and a goofy grin in toe. He places the letter in my hand then tells me I forgot to sign a part of the distant ed paper work. With an appropriate groan I ask "which part?" He tells me so I start to search for said part, all the while absently mindingly opening the letter. My mind was in such another place that I read the letter declaring that I had been elected as vice captain. My reaction you may ask was just a simple "oh that's nice". It wasn't until father departed to go back to the salt mines as he affectionanly calls them and I re-read the letter that I truly realized all that had conspired. Its funny how we dream for years these magnificent events and all that would happen and our reaction too them. But in true God humor, the person I believe plans all these moments, it all happens completely differently then how we dream. Take me being captain for example. I always wanted to be one and always wonder how stressful and scary it would be to actually become one. I imagined having to make a scary speech to thousands, weeks of waiting wondering did I get it? Then finally the moment we have all been waiting for occurs it is announced after much anticipation that I am captain. But instead I wasn't there the day we did speeches so no I didn't get to promise that I would put soft drink in all our bubblers. No I was at home thinking that my chance was over because I was too late handing the form in all the while people were voting for me. I didn't wait weeks only a day or two. And it wasn't announced to thousands just an unexpected absent minded teenager to sick to know her own name.
So now it all begins..
I will be in the local paper next week, attending a presentation night after graduation, and next year attending all the sport carnivals. (do you think I would have got in if they knew I have never been to a athletics carnival?)

KT- your new vice captian.

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