So I'm back from Girls' State. In the course of the week, I ran for the Nationalist Party positions of County Delegate from Walker City, Freedom County Vice Chairwoman, and State Secretary (the last, I didn't know I was running for until someone from my city nominated me). I made County Delegate, but that was it.
For actual elected positions, I ran for Walker City Judge, Freedom County Sherrif, and State Supreme Court Justice. We would give 30-second spiels about why we should be elected (in the case of Supreme Justice, it was 1 minute). My sherrif one was hilarious (it was written without my conscious supervision at about 2:30 a.m.). Somehow, my county decided to go with the utterly serious candidates. Oh well. My Justice spiel was pretty good, I thought, especially since I brought in my appointed positions (I'll get to that in a minute). I got on the primary ballot for that, but I didn't make it to the final bit. But I had a blast.
My appointed positions were Town Transient and County Executioner. Unofficially, I was the campaign queen. I couldn't campaign for myself to save my life, but I campaigned for everyone else like no other. It's actually how I got my hobo appointment...but that's a long story. There was one point in time where I had a head-to-knee campaign scheme for all Freedom County Nationalists (I had one Federalist in that scheme, but oh well). I had stuff tied onto my head, stuck to my arms, but shirt blouse, my waist, and of course, the hem of my skirt. I was campaigning for my entire city, plus girls from the other cities. I think I got labeled that day; I was crazy.
The best part was definitely the girls, though. I made so many friends! Everyone was so accepting. Even my brand of crazy was praised. It was pretty much awesome. I got to know girls from other cities too. I loved it (even if some of the meetings were THREE HOURS LONG! Our county council meeting was funny though; apparently 97% of Freedom County is disabled, blind, or blond. 1% is scent deficient).
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sounds like you had a party, but i'm glad that you're back. a dance just isn't the same without you or the doggie.
The doggie was gone too? Wow, it must have been REALLY bad, then. I was bummed that I missed the dance. But I got to live off of Laffy Taffys for a week. The jokes helped too.
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