HOSA Officer Interviews
Well...to sum it up they went horrible. I looked awesome, had my past awards etc., I was ready. So I go in and there's Mrs. Mackey and 2 other judges I don't know. I did okay on the first round of questions and then I don't know what happened. My nervousness caught up to me and I started talking like I had a speech impediment.
"So what do you think needs to be changed about HOSA?"
"Uh I uh duh ummm. Be more organized and uh umm..."
"Do you want me to repeat the question?"
"No, uh, I'm okay."
"Okay. Continue."
"As I was saying uh, duh well... next question."
And it went downhill from there.
So then Mrs. Mackey says...
"Is there anything else you would like to tell us?"
So I showed her my awards and folder and I'm officially retarded (literally) by this time. I put the damn thing (thing being folder) on the scoring table so they thought I was trying to look at my score. So I gathered my things, went out in the hall, pretended it went smooth in front of the other people. Went around the corner of the hall and beat my head against the wall. No president for me. Retards go nowhere in life....
I also have to type that script for drama. As an official retard, I did the officially retarded thing and left it at school. Thus, I have to actually get my ass up tomorrow morning to get to school early enough to type it. I hope by tomorrow I will be capable of typing the way things are going...oh well, I suppose I will go get on google, find out what retarded people do for fun, and go do it. :(
"So what do you think needs to be changed about HOSA?"
"Uh I uh duh ummm. Be more organized and uh umm..."
"Do you want me to repeat the question?"
"No, uh, I'm okay."
"Okay. Continue."
"As I was saying uh, duh well... next question."
And it went downhill from there.
So then Mrs. Mackey says...
"Is there anything else you would like to tell us?"
So I showed her my awards and folder and I'm officially retarded (literally) by this time. I put the damn thing (thing being folder) on the scoring table so they thought I was trying to look at my score. So I gathered my things, went out in the hall, pretended it went smooth in front of the other people. Went around the corner of the hall and beat my head against the wall. No president for me. Retards go nowhere in life....
I also have to type that script for drama. As an official retard, I did the officially retarded thing and left it at school. Thus, I have to actually get my ass up tomorrow morning to get to school early enough to type it. I hope by tomorrow I will be capable of typing the way things are going...oh well, I suppose I will go get on google, find out what retarded people do for fun, and go do it. :(