I Thought I Had More Pictures to Choose from



I guess when you’re having so much fun, you forget things.

Homecoming Carnival.  W00t w00t!

It turned out that the guy and the girl I voted for king and queen did not win.  Greg did not win, and that was the biggest shocker.  90% of the audience was dissatisfied by the results.   From the response, it seemed like everyone voted for him.  He set up so many funny posters in school and had a nice speech the day before.   How did he lose then?

Eh…of course, people went straight to the assumption that the election was rigged, but the Student Government Organization advisor assured everyone that it wasn’t.  Others were saying that some of the scantron sheets that people cast their votes on were discarded because of some errors, e.g. people used a pen, people filled in boxes that were not supposed to be filled in, and people voted for people who weren’t in the race.

We might never get to the bottom of it.  Then again, it might be that Matt genuinely won, except that his supporters just weren’t vocal about electing him.   Either way, Greg was disappointed.  I felt bad for him, and I didn’t know if I should say something.  I just tried to avoid the subject.

Other than that, homecoming was pretty amazing. At first, I was a little apprehensive about its outcome because there was barely any people.  Bored, I went to the henna tattoo corner and helped serving the students.  While drawing on people’s hands and arms for several minutes, apparently more people came into the carnival, and when the “tattoo artists” finally took a break, there were crowds around the parking lot, where the carnival was held.

After that, I just went crazy.  Haha.  Yea, it’s a different kind of fun.  During the summer, I’ve had experiences that were fun because the experience itself was fun.  This time, I realized that you had to make your own fun because, let’s face it, the carnival itself was lousy.  Minimum lights, barely any games, mediocre bands, suspicious fortune tellers, amateur tattoo artists.   You had to make yourself believe that it was the best thing ever.  In my case, going crazy is the way to go.

If you want to see it another way, it’s the kid way of having fun.  Running around, jumping around, dancing around.  Couldn’t keep still.  Of course, I couldn’t do that by myself.  I needed to have my friends to share it with me.

By ten o’clock, the number of people in the carnival was dwindling, and my friends decided that it was time to go home.   Ten o’clock.  And I still had a biology test to study for.

Still, I didn’t regret going to the carnival at all.


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