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Vote for ME!!

Little Chic has definitely come into her school of dreams this year. For a little background, our school campus houses Preschool through 6th grade in two different buildings. The "primary" school is PreK to 3rd with one set of teachers and a principal and 4,5,6 go to the 'intermediate" school with another set of teachers and its own principal. There is definitely a more "grown-up" atmosphere in the older school and since Little Chic is now in 4th grade, she is fully enjoying all the perks.

Her first proclamation was that in the cafeteria you can sit anywhere you want AND they have a vending machine full of drinks (all quasi healthy). The second thriller was the opportunity to take instrument lessons which we covered here. Her latest and greatest pursuit is running for Secretary of Student Council. She's decided she is running for secretary, and she successfully made it through the primaries (apparently there were so many kids wanting to run, they had to pare it down to 6 in each office). Incidentally, Brainy Boy is running for Vice President (for which you have to be in 5th grade) but I haven't heard a peep from him about it.

Yesterday was the day that Little Chic found she was going on to the second round, where she's required to write a campaign speech and make campaign posters. It took her a fraction of a second to whip out the materials and she has spent the last two nights consumed with designing the perfect messages for each poster. She has labored over where exactly to place them in the school, since she gets to choose where they go. She decided to do a couple of posters to get them interested in her, and then a couple more to feature her best qualities and get people familiar with her name (hee hee). On their way to the hunting store last night, Hero Guy helped her pen the best campaign speech they could come up with....it's not due until the 18th, but Little Chic wouldn't dream of leaving something this important until the last minute.

I think her brother is hoping she'll get all her stuff out of the way and then help him on his own material. I imagine she'll be all too happy to do just that. I'm attempting to juggle encouragement with reality, reminding her that sometimes the first year is just a "practice year" as Brainy Boy didn't get voted in as secretary last year. If she doesn't get elected, there is always classroom representative, school newspaper, PTA mascot....well, kidding on that last one, but you get the idea.

Comments

Anonymous said…
LOVE the posters - she did an outstanding job. If they are paying attention they should be impressed with her go-get-it skills, her enthusiasm, and her obvious planning skills - she'd get my vote!!!! If nothing else she should get votes just for being so darn cute. :-)
mod*mom said…
love your blog!
Unknown said…
She is one 'FIRED UP' Little Chic and that's what it's all about. 'Don't Dream It - Be It' as Bob has always the the kids. She definitely has what it takes and I'll say a prayer for her. Best Wishes Little Chic.

Lauren and Kristy were always part of their class officers. Kristy held duties as Reporter and Vice President and Lauren was President of her HS class all 4 years.
Anonymous said…
like mother, like daughter, I think that means she probably gets it from you. some run for adventure, some run for office.
tim

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