The call came in several weeks ago from a principal of one of my high schools. Could I judge the Mr. West Potomac contest?
It was scheduled for tonight–and a glance at my Palm Pilot told me I had to be in Richmond by 9 a.m. tomorrow. Frankly, I’d have rather stayed home watching basketball.
But then came the kicker. “The kids really want you,” the principal said. “They think you’re so cool.”
Cool? Me? Not once in my whole life has anyone ever told me I was cool.
In high school? I was in the band and on the debate team.
I was not a cool teacher. I gave assignments on weekends and expected students to use correct spelling and grammar.
I was not a cool mom. Sara had to practice piano, eat vegetables, and do homework.
And now–well, hey, I’m 57. I’m in the minority party. I had pretty much crossed “being cool” off my list of things to worry about.
So yes, I’m going. But as I head out the door tonight, I have to ask myself: Where was this 40 years ago when I really needed it?
Better late than never ;)
Exactly.
I love it. Hearing about West Potomac reminds me of my old high school – Fort Hunt, which later merged with Groveton to become West Potomac. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you, Kris, yet your reputation does preceed you. I consistently hear about your campaign and how you motivated the youth vote. You must have something special going on! Please post on the event when you get a chance!
We took pride in being “band nerds” at Centreville High. (Of course that was back when the band there was actually one of the best in the nation).
Well, we’re all dying to hear. How did it go?
The event was lots of fun. I met one of the organizers, who actually used the “c” word her very own self. So it was not just the principal begging me to come :-)
But it was the kids who were wonderful. Lots of talent (and who KNEW one could turn weight lifting into an interesting talent–but someone did). Chose a great kid as the winner, but frankly we coulda pulled names out of a hat.
Kris, my teenaged boys (and I) think you’re totally cool! Maybe your sense of humor was just too sophisticated for high school (i.e., “too cool for school”).
John — you are very kind to say so. I think the problem in high school had more to do with a very unfortunate choice of eyeglasses. . .
Patience, Kris. All (including retro coolness) comes to those who wait. Enjoy it now.