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ok... a little background info before this entry. My ever-loving father, whom I adore (yet agree with my mom, his heart may be in the right place but his mind isn't) Got me a membership to the Children of the American Revolution for christmas last year. Presumably because this would make it easier to enter the Daughters of the Am Rev. Being a history nut i thought, cool, a little wierd but thanks. Last week, he informed me that he had bought me a ticket to go to a luncheon meeting with him. He did not ask if I could go. He just told me he'd bought the ticket. It's a bit hard to say no to that. I told my sisters and heather said it would be like nerd hell. Granted, in highschool I was a member of several nerdy clubs... but I didn't really feel the need to spend my first saturday of break with a bunch of highschool age and younger people who all knew each other and I'd be a stranger to the group.
that said...
The meeting was like having a glimpse into what dad had wanted me to be in high school. The morning of the dreaded CAR luncheon, dad calls me and says to bring a baseball cap. "I thought this was supposed to be dressy?" "Yes, wear a dress." "So why the baseball cap?" "I don't know it just says bring one." Okaaaaaaaaay.
So I get in the car and dad says "Oh, and by the way, they have a speaking part for you." "A what?" "Well they always have this scripted buisness meeting and they called me and asked if you'd want a speaking part so I said yes." okkkkkkkkay. I wanted to ask, was this before or after you paid for me to go to this shindig? but whatever. Apparently I needed to make a motion to destroy ballots. yay me.
Sooooo we get there and dad introduces me to all these adults who are oh so excited that I want to join DAR. cause apparently I'm really excited to join DAR and my dad's been telling them that. So i get to meet the president of the John Stark Chapter of DAR. her niece sat beside her, looking utterly bored, and the woman starts joking around about how she had surprised young katie by giving her a lifelong membership. "Oh really, my dad did that to me too." Katie smiles at me. Katie and I instantly become friends.
So it's time to eat. Dad leans over. "I ordered you chicken fingers, I hope that's ok." I look around. all children under the age of 12 have chicken fingers. I feel like it's off the child's menu. But whatever, they're good. So I try to talk to the other teenagers at my table. Decidedly hostile and bored responses. They soon leave to talk to their friends. The meeting starts. it's very scripted. We say the pledge of alliegance. We sing the national anthem, horribly and in different keys. We sit, we stand up, we hear reports of all the things they did this year. We voted on new officers. (Yes, I voted... for people I didn't know, but it's ok, they were all running uncontested.) I made a motion to destroy the ballots. They gave me a baseball because it was my first meeting. (they were raising money for lew gerig's disease (yes, i know i spelled that wrong) and at the end I had to stand with the rest of them and smile for pictures. It was a horribly awkward experience, pretending to be part of something I've never been a part of. me and katie tried to hide but they wouldn't let us.
Dad drove me home and talked about how he would have loved for me to be involved in HS but that he knew i was too busy then. gah. twas awful but whatever. It's over. anyway, it could have been worse. It was just really really awkward. I went home and read Wildwood Dancing in it's entirety. Only an amazing author like Juliet Marriller could assuage my pain.
that said...
The meeting was like having a glimpse into what dad had wanted me to be in high school. The morning of the dreaded CAR luncheon, dad calls me and says to bring a baseball cap. "I thought this was supposed to be dressy?" "Yes, wear a dress." "So why the baseball cap?" "I don't know it just says bring one." Okaaaaaaaaay.
So I get in the car and dad says "Oh, and by the way, they have a speaking part for you." "A what?" "Well they always have this scripted buisness meeting and they called me and asked if you'd want a speaking part so I said yes." okkkkkkkkay. I wanted to ask, was this before or after you paid for me to go to this shindig? but whatever. Apparently I needed to make a motion to destroy ballots. yay me.
Sooooo we get there and dad introduces me to all these adults who are oh so excited that I want to join DAR. cause apparently I'm really excited to join DAR and my dad's been telling them that. So i get to meet the president of the John Stark Chapter of DAR. her niece sat beside her, looking utterly bored, and the woman starts joking around about how she had surprised young katie by giving her a lifelong membership. "Oh really, my dad did that to me too." Katie smiles at me. Katie and I instantly become friends.
So it's time to eat. Dad leans over. "I ordered you chicken fingers, I hope that's ok." I look around. all children under the age of 12 have chicken fingers. I feel like it's off the child's menu. But whatever, they're good. So I try to talk to the other teenagers at my table. Decidedly hostile and bored responses. They soon leave to talk to their friends. The meeting starts. it's very scripted. We say the pledge of alliegance. We sing the national anthem, horribly and in different keys. We sit, we stand up, we hear reports of all the things they did this year. We voted on new officers. (Yes, I voted... for people I didn't know, but it's ok, they were all running uncontested.) I made a motion to destroy the ballots. They gave me a baseball because it was my first meeting. (they were raising money for lew gerig's disease (yes, i know i spelled that wrong) and at the end I had to stand with the rest of them and smile for pictures. It was a horribly awkward experience, pretending to be part of something I've never been a part of. me and katie tried to hide but they wouldn't let us.
Dad drove me home and talked about how he would have loved for me to be involved in HS but that he knew i was too busy then. gah. twas awful but whatever. It's over. anyway, it could have been worse. It was just really really awkward. I went home and read Wildwood Dancing in it's entirety. Only an amazing author like Juliet Marriller could assuage my pain.