This entry is part of StL Bloggers Blog Carnival #1…
I was not unpopular in high school by any means. I had a lot of friendsÂ but I didn’t really fit into one ‘clique’ or another, it wasn’t my thing. I was a friend to anyone and everyone who treated me nice. Of course, it was high school so not everyone was able to be nice, that’s the nature of the beast. Oh,Â and I wasÂ a bit of a choir geek, too (and proud of it!). That being said, I never had expectations of beingÂ a Homecoming Queen nor did I ever expect to even get voted onto Homecoming Court.
So, you can imagine how shocked I was when my name was listed on the morning announcement of the Homecoming Court. For anyone requiring a visual, I was THIS shocked.
I should tell you that I went to a St. Charles County school surrounded by cornfields. Yes, I went to Orchard Farm High School. It isn’t very glamorous, but it isn’t like a had a lot of choice in the matter.Â This is a very small school, it is set in a farming community and is literally surrounded by cornfields. During the peak of the crop, you really had a difficult time seeing the school. It wasn’t uncommon for students to take leave from the school year to help their familiesÂ harvest their crop.
Back to my story…
I was utterly shocked by this announcement of my being voted onto Homecoming Court. I met up with my friends after class and they wereÂ excited and congratulating me, but I couldn’t shake the sensation that this was a set up. I stewed on this gut-feeling for days, weeks trying to figure out why I was chosen and not someone more suitable based on popularity. It was usually the really popular, clique-y girls that had the honor…so why me?
IÂ must admit, I came to the conclusion that the entire scene from the movie Carrie was going to be reenacted and that pig blood would be dumped on my head in an attempt to ridicule me in front of the entire school. This was very dramatic of me. Not very logical, but very dramatic indeed. I seriously doubted that I would suddenly grasp hold of any hidden telekinetic power in that moment of sheer embarrassment, so I decided I wasn’t going. No sense in getting pig blood all over me when I won’t be able to hurl peopleÂ across the room with my mind powers!
I expressed my concerns and my decision not to attend to my friend, Heather. She chuckled at the thought of this because, clearly, I was being ridiculous. She informed me that I am not unpopular, I fit in as well as anyone previously on court, only with a better sense of style than most, and that no one is going to dump pig blood on me. She also told me that I was voted in fair and square andÂ she would know. She would know because her and several other friends of mine all set out on a mission to persuade theÂ student bodyÂ to vote for me.
Basically, in every classroom the day of the vote, I had a friend strong-arming people into voting for me. Now that is some good friends.
I am not sure this story has a point, but I will list a few things that could be the point and you, the reader, can decide for yourself:
- Seeing the movie Carrie really freaked me out.
- Strong-arming friends are the best kind of friends.
- All schools in small towns do not have access to pig blood, even if there is a pig farm across the road.
- Being a drama queen only adds unwanted stress to the life of a teenager.
- I probably just had stage fright.
- All of the above.
By the way, I did fulfill my duties to the Homecoming Court, although I was not crowned queen (no disappointment on my behalf, please, I never expected to win). I did, however,Â take style to the whole other level that night and I had a great time.Â Good times, I tell you!