Vote for Rick Ferris!
Sep. 15th, 2005 04:36 pmEthan is in 5th grade and this is the first year they are voting for student government. Ethan said he didn't want to run for anything until at least middle school, but he's decided to be the campaign manager for one of the kids who is running for Class President.
The kid's name, you ask? Rick Ferris.
So Ethan's idea... The scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off wherein the water tower says "Save Ferris," remember that? Ethan wants me to change "Save" to "Rick" and make that into flyers to hand out. And he wants a couple t-shirts that say "Vote For Rick" in the style of Napoleon Dynamite's "Vote For Pedro" shirt.
Aww, my clever little campaign manager!
The kid's name, you ask? Rick Ferris.
So Ethan's idea... The scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off wherein the water tower says "Save Ferris," remember that? Ethan wants me to change "Save" to "Rick" and make that into flyers to hand out. And he wants a couple t-shirts that say "Vote For Rick" in the style of Napoleon Dynamite's "Vote For Pedro" shirt.
Aww, my clever little campaign manager!
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Date: 2005-09-16 01:37 am (UTC)My fifth grade year was my absolute worst in elementary school (well, fourth grade wasn't great either- that was the year I was the "fat kid" in class, and my stepdad was away in the Gulf War). I lived in Arkansas with Satan Incarnate and my teacher was so fucking backwards she'd NEVER BEEN OUT OF THE STATE before, even though we lived (get this) a forty-minute drive from Tennesee and an hour from Memphis. She even kind of prided herself on it. Most of the time she spent drinking Diet Coke and chewing gum, and she'd leave lipstick prints all over the cans (gross!). That was also the year I had my first boyfriend (until my dad found out), who wanted to be a Catholic priest when he grew up. Yeah, I was confused by that one at the time, too. That was the year Cathy (Satan) let me try out for basketball (a two-step process) and only AFTER I made the team did she inform me that she'd decided I couldn't play because it "wouldn't be fair to Crista and Liz," who were in second grade and pre-school and took dance lessons. I had flute, which was my "thing," so I couldn't do both.
Um, yeah. But Ethan rocks!
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Date: 2005-09-16 02:41 am (UTC)But yes, Ethan rocks. I'm so glad he doesn't have to put up with that shiet.
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Date: 2005-09-16 03:06 am (UTC)During the Bush/Kerry election, Ethan and a friend did a fake news report on the playground talking about how much Bush sucks. Granted I live in a VERY red county, that didn't go over well :)