From the big things like planning homecoming and prom to the small things like making posters that nobody notices or steaming the sashes for class representatives, the student council does it all. You really don’t know or understand the amount of things that need done until you’re the one doing them. But despite getting to the school for a meeting before your home room teacher isn’t even in the parking lot yet to discuss if you want musical chairs or limbo, to getting up at 6 A.M. on a Saturday to put fake vines all over the gym lobby, it seems as though people are still unsatisfied.
So what are my thoughts on this? They’re right! How could we be so foolish and forget that a main theme color in the movie Tangled was neon orange? Rookie mistake on our part, right? No.
“We don’t want to wear white two days in a row.” Okay. I don’t want to be sitting in front of a computer on a Wednesday morning writing this article but here we are. You know why you got the color white? Because it’s the easiest. Everyone has white. We were hoping this owned- by-all color would avoid complications, but were proved horribly wrong.
On top of the orange is the new white scandal, people also were displeased by the change of theme (even though I guarantee that nobody would have been too ecstatic by our original Vegas theme, either). If you were bothered by this adjustment, news flash, it doesn’t affect you at all. You would think that maybe the people who purchase and put up decorations based on that theme for four hours would want to choose what they do.
But despite all this drama, the student council prevails. We worked diligently from 7 to 11 A.M. on that fateful Saturday morning. Let me tell you, I’ve never used more tape in my life. After hours of hanging plastic vines in every empty crevice I could find, I continued my interior decorator grind off the fuel of Ms. T’s pancakes and an ultra peachy keen monster energy (sorry mom). After a whole morning of Tangled madness and a carpet full of popcorn, our work was one. It was brilliant. It knocked last year’s pitiful paper lanterns the whole way to the science hallway. After a vacuum of the lobby, we left the school feeling a new form of satisfaction, knowing our decorations would shut up every previous complaint.
It’s now night. The doors open. People flood in like it’s Noah’s Arks second coming. It’s fantastic. You know the scene in Tangled when Rapunzel finally sees the floating lanterns? That’s basically what everyone looked like when they saw our decorations. As I walk into the gym, I’m crowded by rows of people falling to their knees, as they know who made their homecoming dreams come true.
Okay. Maybe that didn’t quite happen; but that’s kind of what it felt like. Despite having a maximum of seven people tell me how good the decorations looked or that they liked our playlist, those few people made all our hard work feel worth it. Even without those few comments, the overall feel of the dance felt positive and energetic. The general consensus was that it was better than last year, and that’s a dub in my heart.
