A long ago memory woke me a 4:15 a.m.
When I was a not such a little girl, one of my dearest friends ran for student council president. She was already destined to be the valedictorian, but I didn’t know that. She was just my friend, Judy. I hung out with Patti and Sandy and Judy, when I wasn’t practicing double-jumps or pom-pom routines with my sister-cheerleaders or trying to find quiet places to be with my boyfriend. My real friends were “eggheads.” Like me.
Judy was the obvious choice for President. She already served as the Junior class representative. She was dedicated, she was smart. Judy was a Girl Scout, a drum majorette, a Daughter of the Revolution, and volunteered at the Red Cross.
Craig ran against Judy. Craig was a nice enough fellow. I had nothing against him, in fact I liked Craig. He was cute. I might have even had a teensy crush on him. Craig was not involved in any extra-curricular activities, he wasn’t on the student council, he was an average student. He wasn’t one of the popular kids and he wasn’t one of the hoods either. Craig was the underdog in the election. Continue reading