First Lady Dreams

I knew something was wrong when I was in the sixth grade. I wanted so bad to be a leader, to be someone that the other kids looked up to. Someone like my Dad, or Mom, or my brothers, even baby Katie. It seemed like everyone looked up to everyone in my family but me. I wanted to be the student council representative for my class in the sixth grade, so I made a poster, wrote a speech, and tried to persuade my classmates that I was more valuable than Lauren Adams, the straight-A responsible student who was also running. The day the results were read, Lauren won. Even my best friend in class, didn’t vote for me. When I asked her why not, she said, “Lauren seemed like she would be a lot more responsible than you”. Well of course she was more responsible, but who says an irresponsible girl can't be a great leader? At least I won the position as an alternate to her, so if Lauren was absent, I would take her spot at the student council meeting. Do you know that bitch was only absent once all year…Once! When I showed up to my first and only meeting with the student council I felt so out of place. Everyone there seemed confident, smart, focused, everything I wanted to be. Instead of trying to absorb all of the leadership oozing out of these little cunts and dicks, I distinctly remember staring at a pack of honey buns in the vending machine and wondering when the meeting would end so I could buy it. Then I thought if I eat that, I will get fatter, then I will never kiss a boy, and if I don’t kiss a boy soon, I might as well declare myself a flaming lesbian…So here I am floating around in insignificance land, and Next thing I knew I was being asked a question by the cunts and dicks. They were actually being cordial and trying to include me. They simply looked at me and said, “What’s your vote, Tara?” If I was listening, then maybe I could have a vote. I gave it a shot anyway, and said, “I vote, YES.” They looked at each other like, what the fuck? I was scared. Then one of the dicks said in a mocking tone, “Yes, is not a vote. We asked you if the dance should be in the gymnasium, the auditorium, or the cafeteria.” Goddamn it, if only I was listening. The meeting ended on that note. So the last, fresh thing in all of their gifted little minds was Tara being a stupid idiot. Oh well, they were dull anyways.