As a shining example for humanity, I’m always thinking of ways to improve the world: prevent awful fashion trends before they happen, give a voice to the little guy—that kind of thing. So you think I’d be able to make a difference on an official school committee. Wrong.
I have one word to describe school committees, made up of people obsessed with decade-themed dances: lamesauce. But as I agonized in my boredom, I looked across the room. Staring back at me was my savior, a boy with the most adorable dimples. And then, he asked me to share my opinions. My voice may not have liberated the student body, but those dimples liberated my heart.
A flirtationship has budded. Now, on to more important issues… like what to wear on my date.