me: "as new vice president, I make a motion that the new president's first act should be to pay for the rest of this dinner."
everybody else: "that's not really..."
waitress: "your total comes to $7.18."
new president: *slaps down $20*
everybody else: "wait, you don't have to..."
me: "AND THE MOTION PASSES."
That's what bylaws are fo', fool. So yes, now i'm in charge of something else, surprise surprise, and as a bonus, it's the thing i hate most in the entire school year. Also, I don't think I mentioned this, but my retiring dept head had a talk with me where my arm was twisted to apply for her spot for next year. Literally twisted. That's right, I got an indian burn from a 60-year-old French teacher. Don't think I won't put that shit on my resume.
The appearance of competence: I HAZ IT. I don't want it. But I has it. The joke'll be on them when my district decides foreign languages are for losers and I get furloughed.
Started rewatching Oofuri, and now I'm going to go back to it and try very hard not to think about the three more days of (largely unplanned) school I have for the rest of the week.