Where can I begin...ah yes. It all started with some announcement that there would be no speeches in the Student Government "elections." I, along with many others, found this quite stupid. It was on that day that I decided to run with the sheer hope of mocking the system. All in all, I succeeded. Sure, people laughed at me for weeks and months afterwards, but it was more than worth it. The following is the speech that I delivered 1 and 1/2 times to the student body (i walked out the second time, it got boring and no one was listening...I unintentionally made the ultimate mockery of "the system.") Afterwards is a list of about 2/3 of the signs that I made and put up on the walls of the school...no two signs were the exact same. ENJOY!
Greetings, children. Wait, that cannot be right. None of you are children. Rather, I am merely a child on a stage before my peers. But is it not fun to be a child? Come now; let us make like children. Let us go back to the good old days of story time.
Benny the Birdie's trip to Mount Pleasant -
It was a very brisk day in the town of Plot. The wind was blowing; the people were wearing their jackets, but still freezing. Poor Benny, he had only a coat of feathers to keep him cozy. So he decided to go on a vacation to the most wonderful place he could think of, Mount Pleasant, NC.
The trip was relatively short even though everyone was trying to get there. He was glad he packed his bags early because he got into Mt. Pleasant five minutes before they shut that gates and told everyone outside to leave. He looked around; he saw no one else he knew. So he couldn't think of anything better to do than fly to the top, and Mt. Pleasant was a very tall mountain.
Benny began to fly. It was hot, but Benny didn't mind. He saw many other birds. Some were congregating, others separating. He could see many factions forming. This worried Benny slightly.
It was quite late when Benny decided to take a rest with a few other birds he didn't even know. They had made a campfire, and it was getting cold on Mt. Pleasant. As soon as he landed, the other birds glared at him, one saying, "Why do you fly to our fire? Why must you sit beside me? Who do you think you are? Can't you see that we're eating?"
With that Benny whimpered and went off. He flew a little higher and wept himself to sleep on the cold mountain face.
Benny was beginning to think that Mt. Pleasant wasn't so pleasant after all as he continued his journey. He began to wish that he had stayed at home, never venturing from his nest. He kept flying higher into the skies. He knew he was trying to reach the peak of the mountain, but he had no clue as to the reason why.
Days and nights passed for poor little Benny. He always slept by himself beside the mountain weeping. But all of his pain vanished on a day very unexpected. He was flying ever higher when it suddenly hit him. There was no mountain left to climb.
Surprise came upon surprise as Benny was greeted by another birdie. Her name was Roselle, and they chatted for quite awhile in the way many birds do. Suddenly, Benny knew why he was climbing, and what it was to have a companion. Benny and Roselle saw many Mt. Pleasants before them. They decided they would climb as many as they could together…
This story only leaves one moral in tow, and that is that the story of Mt. Pleasant shall roll on forever more.
I wish to help make all of your climbs up Mt. Pleasant a little better. I want to do what I can to help you reach the peak and see what there is to see.
I am only here to serve you. I am not here to make you elect me. But if you wish, you can vote Chris Ward for the Vice Presidency of the SGA. For everyone can think differently, and get the job done just the same.
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