VP/Prefect

You know that feeling that it was so easy to develop at school?

The one that started out like a little curl in your hair that you thought was alright as long as it didn't tickle you in the ear. But then slowly started to wind up into a permanent little wiggle and didn't straighten even under duress, under the powerful coercion of a wet comb.

And then it becomes you.

I think i have digressed.

But yes, the feeling.

When they call you out into the big hall and seat you all in neat lines. And you're not allowed to pick your nose or even breathe. Yes, that's the time i'm talking about. The grand appointment of the council of school deities for a year-- the prefects, the mortal gods.

That feeling comes to but a few and passes quickly for the hopefuls that lost.

And you think there's never going to be another shot.

But there are those phenomenal places that let you feel like the one that got picked, the one that made it, the one that wasn't a loser.

I found one of them. And there's not a shred of me that wants to revisit school and take all the glory for myself. There's not a bit of me that wants to snatch away what once belonged to a dear friend, or a fortunate cousin. I found my own responsibility 'cause someone believed in me.

Thank you, Make A Difference. I will not let you down.