When in Rome

For reasons I will likely never understand, my class voted me onto homecoming court this past week. I have not felt so spoiled in affection and blessed in my time at central and would not trade the experience for anything. I got to meet some wonderful people and participate in things I dreamed about my freshman year. And now that it is over, I am looking back on what just happened.

As warming of a week as I had, I cannot help but realize how much that is not me. I am not, at least I hope, the kind of person who wears a sash around to declare my status. I would never want to hog the spotlight or steal someone else's. I have never felt as vain as I did this week and I hope it is not a feeling I take with me.

And, most importantly, I do not see myself as one of the top twelve most "well respected" girls in my grade, not even close. I could name at least forty girls who's hearts are fuller and kinder than mine, and that does not include the plenty that I have not yet met. Those girls should get a sash, not me. I was honored to be on court, but I did not deserve it.

That being said, I would not change a thing about my week. Sure, this may not be my personality, but if I am given the opportunity to ride around in a fancy car and have people clap for me, who am I to turn it down. The last thing I want is to be pretentious, because I am not better than a typical high school girl. In fact, that is exactly what
I am.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; when in high school, do as high schoolers do.