As new members of the student council we had to start planing out
what suggestions we would like to have ignored by the actual people
in charge at the school. We did get to decide on our student body
officer jackets which one of the other vice president suggested
should be a little more awesome then the regular cardigan crap they
rolled out every year. We got hockey jerseys with our names and class
year on them and they were actually cooler than the boy who suggested
and designed them had promised.
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| How bad-A are hockey jerseys? Well, to put it in perspective, they can even make Canadians look tough - and they are the consensus biggest wussies on earth. |
We were consistently complimented on
them by all of the other student councils who thought the take away
from fiddler on the roof was the Jews cannot control their daughters.
Dressed like hip young iconoclasts with a devil-may-care attitude we
waded into the planning for the next school year. It turns out that
the decision to shake up the type of uniform we were going to wear
was the last significant choice we would make. We offered up dozens
of ideas for activities which the teacher in charge of the student
government rejected. We thought it would be cool to have an out door
dance in a massive tent – shot down. We thought a multi-school
goofy obstacle course competition would be fun – not on his watch.
After about ten denials with the same
'lets-just-do-the-regular-stuff' dismissive attitude from the
instructor I realized the extent of my power and decide to try the
wisdom of that old chestnut of the rebellious, “It is easier to ask
forgiveness than permission.” That did work, too a point, and then
the fit hit the shan but not for almost a year.
