The Era of Flick is Upon Us

Princess Pinky is now in second grade at our parish school. She's an outgoing kid, despite her early years where her level of separation anxiety made her stick to my leg like Scotch Tape.

She's smart, funny, kind and respectful at school (verified by all of my unnamed sources who report back to me as we meet up around town).

And now my dear girl is running for class president.

The Flick jokes have been flying between Knute and me; can I tell you how much I love the movie Election? It's a spot-on satire of high school politicking, grade-grubbing, and teacher burnout.

The SGA is new this year at our small parish school; I myself attended public school and spent many years working for different class governments. I was no Flick (I think I'd shoot myself in the foot first) but I sure watched a few rise up in our classes.

I could tell you about the kids who graduated ahead of me (I think I was 11th or 14th of 300ish or something; it's been a lot of years since those big hair days) who deliberately took lower level classes (college prep vs. honors or AP) so as to keep their GPA immaculate and stay on top. My high school did not have weighted grading, so my honors load and five AP classes stacked up equally against those clever souls who would, who MUST! graduate in the top ten.

I could wax narcissistically poetic for a moment and tell you that my dear Princess Pinky is merely doing what she sees as Knute and I do all the time: volunteer our time and talents to serve and help others.

(Doesn't that sound so precious that you just want to wrap a bow around it's neck and take it home?)

The truth is more Flick than cute; my girl is highly competitive. If there is any sort of game, contest, or sparring of wits, she's in it to WIN it.

I have no idea where she would get such a driven personality.

I mean, it's totally normal at the end of a quick two mile run around the neighborhood to pretend you're sprinting for the gold medal in the Olympics, right?

{nodding}

Right.

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Thanks for reading and for feeding my competitive spirit!