"She pushed all the boys out of her way, and started
trying to get our teacher out. It took her a few minutes, but
eventually she got our teacher out.
As he walked out the door, he shouted, "Congratulations!
Who opened that door?"
Lindsey raised her hand. The teacher, who had yet to even
announce his name, looked at her and smiled.
"You, ma'am are our FFA President. Now, who's
going to be your vice president?" He questioned.
She looked around the room, seemingly evaluating each person.
She looked like she was actually contemplating this, then
turned to the teacher.
"My vice president will be," she paused,
"him."
Lindsey pointed in my direction. Why was she doing this? Paying
so much attention to me. Talking to me. Making me FFA VP. I
barely knew what FFA meant, let alone what the VP did. And I
barely knew her."Alright,
I'll need your names."
The teacher walked to the board. Lindsey
watched him write the words president and vice president on the
board before saying, "Lindsey Vali."
After she said that, I seemed to understand what was going on,
and noticed I needed to stop it.
"Sir, sorry, I don't know your name, but I really
don't know what a VP does."
"Well then, it's time for you to learn. Your name
son?"
"Hunter, Rupes." Looked like I wasn't getting out
of this one.
"Class, my name is Mr. Wesley. And your FFA President is
Lindsey Vali. Your FFA VP is Hunter Rupes."
