I Was Mostest of the Mosts & Better than the Best
This past week presented a flux of old high school friends that some I haven’t seen in a grandparent’s lifetime was very enjoyable. Unfortunately, there were also some things not so pleasant with some of my high school friends during the same time. Two of them died and one’s sister died.
My high school friend Bobby Cole was one of the three that died. He was a teacher’s dream of the ideal student, a coach’s dream of the ideal athletic, and I’m sure later in life he was the idea employee, husband, and father. Needless to say, his senior year he was elected Mr. MHS (Marietta High School).
That reminded me of our senior years when it was time to vote for things like Mr. MHS, Miss MHS, Best Looking, Most Scholarly, Most Friendliest, and so on our little bunch decided to play a little practical joke.
We stuffed the ballot boxes with ballots voting me for me for every thing. We stuffed more ballots with my name on them than there were students. I remember a couple of friends and I filling out the ballots in a class room one day after most of the students had went home. The teacher at the desk, who seemed to be aware of most of our pranks and shenanigans, just smiled and shoot her head.
If the vote-counting-committee counted the votes correctly I should have been the Best Looking, the Most Intellectual, the Most Scholarly, the Most Friendliest, Mister MHS, and even Miss MHS.
Evidently the vote-count was fixed.