You didn't actually think you could do it, did you?
The worst April Fools joke I have ever had played on me.
So we get to states, we all compete.
I think I did horribly.
Only 3 girls in the AAA impromtu division.
2 of my 3 rounds were all guys except for me.
We go to lunch, I know I didn't make it to the final round. We're waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for what seems like FOREVER. Finally they post the codes of the people going to the final round. Lo and behold, I'm on it.
I'm excited and I get there, go second, and we get people.
My worst type of topic.
So I choose Benedict Arnold and analyze the name because I drew a complete blank on every single person I've ever heard of in my life.
It sucked.
Badly.
So then we leave and wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait for awards to commence. Forever. I actually fell asleep.
Finally awards start. We have great placings. We begin to feel those state rings on our fingers already.
Then they call up impromtu people.
We're all lined up on the side of the stage and I'm talking with them about how I call sixth place and everything.
We get called up.
They basically eliminate us one by one like Survivor until only the first place person is left.
Sixth place. Not me. (Hmm... okay)
Fifth place. Not me. (Umm... wow)
Fourth place. Not me. (What??)
Third place. Not me. (Seriously, what the hell?)
Second place....... Not me. (WHAT?!?!?!)
First place................... Me.
I didn't know what to think.
I was so excited.
There's no way to describe the feelings that rushed through my body.
This was my very brief high of the night.
Because then, later, when we were wandering around in a little group of maybe 5 people from our team, Mrs. Wynn walks over and says she has to talk to me.
"Lauren, I hate to say this, but there's been a mistake."
I know.
"You didn't actually get first place."
I know.
"The guy who was supposed to get it, challenged it immidiately, and they recounted."
I know.
"They messed up the ballots... You actually got sixth place."
..... I know.
I went back inside, while Mrs. Wynn went over to the team and told them what happened.
I turned in both the medal and the poster back to them.
After that, I didn't bother collecting the sixth place medal, I just left to go change.
All night, all the rest of the night, I plastered a smile to my face.
I was trying to be happy and goofy and uncaring.
But it was so hard.
On the inside I was crying because I had known all along.
I was so humiliated.
Just so embarassed.
Because my team knew, and they pitied me.
They tried to comfort me, but I hated that. It made me start to cry. I couldn't cry in front of my team.
So when we finally got on the bus and were driving home, I pulled up my hood, put on my sunglasses, blasted my ipod in my ears, and sunk down in my seat.
And cried.
We came back to a bunch of parents holding signs, congradulating us on our state victory (we won states overall as a team, didn't I tell you?) and I couldn't look at them.
I left as soon as I could.
The whole night was like, "Lollie, you've actually succeeded at something for once in your life! APRIL FOOLS! You still suck."
It really hurts.
But shit happens, I guess.
Life goes on.
I have to get over it.
But that medal (which Mrs. Wynn grabbed and gave to me later) will not be going on my shelf with the others.
Because all it does is remind me that success is just not written in the cards for me.
Oh well.
So we get to states, we all compete.
I think I did horribly.
Only 3 girls in the AAA impromtu division.
2 of my 3 rounds were all guys except for me.
We go to lunch, I know I didn't make it to the final round. We're waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for what seems like FOREVER. Finally they post the codes of the people going to the final round. Lo and behold, I'm on it.
I'm excited and I get there, go second, and we get people.
My worst type of topic.
So I choose Benedict Arnold and analyze the name because I drew a complete blank on every single person I've ever heard of in my life.
It sucked.
Badly.
So then we leave and wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait for awards to commence. Forever. I actually fell asleep.
Finally awards start. We have great placings. We begin to feel those state rings on our fingers already.
Then they call up impromtu people.
We're all lined up on the side of the stage and I'm talking with them about how I call sixth place and everything.
We get called up.
They basically eliminate us one by one like Survivor until only the first place person is left.
Sixth place. Not me. (Hmm... okay)
Fifth place. Not me. (Umm... wow)
Fourth place. Not me. (What??)
Third place. Not me. (Seriously, what the hell?)
Second place....... Not me. (WHAT?!?!?!)
First place................... Me.
I didn't know what to think.
I was so excited.
There's no way to describe the feelings that rushed through my body.
This was my very brief high of the night.
Because then, later, when we were wandering around in a little group of maybe 5 people from our team, Mrs. Wynn walks over and says she has to talk to me.
"Lauren, I hate to say this, but there's been a mistake."
I know.
"You didn't actually get first place."
I know.
"The guy who was supposed to get it, challenged it immidiately, and they recounted."
I know.
"They messed up the ballots... You actually got sixth place."
..... I know.
I went back inside, while Mrs. Wynn went over to the team and told them what happened.
I turned in both the medal and the poster back to them.
After that, I didn't bother collecting the sixth place medal, I just left to go change.
All night, all the rest of the night, I plastered a smile to my face.
I was trying to be happy and goofy and uncaring.
But it was so hard.
On the inside I was crying because I had known all along.
I was so humiliated.
Just so embarassed.
Because my team knew, and they pitied me.
They tried to comfort me, but I hated that. It made me start to cry. I couldn't cry in front of my team.
So when we finally got on the bus and were driving home, I pulled up my hood, put on my sunglasses, blasted my ipod in my ears, and sunk down in my seat.
And cried.
We came back to a bunch of parents holding signs, congradulating us on our state victory (we won states overall as a team, didn't I tell you?) and I couldn't look at them.
I left as soon as I could.
The whole night was like, "Lollie, you've actually succeeded at something for once in your life! APRIL FOOLS! You still suck."
It really hurts.
But shit happens, I guess.
Life goes on.
I have to get over it.
But that medal (which Mrs. Wynn grabbed and gave to me later) will not be going on my shelf with the others.
Because all it does is remind me that success is just not written in the cards for me.
Oh well.