Okay, here’s another childhood flashback.
In some grade in elementary school, I forget which one, we used to have a Person Of The Week. I forget what all this entailed but I think you got to feed the class pet (haha), and you got to lead the line when the class walked to the library, etc.
And – and I think this is pretty cool – you would get to sit on a stool in front of the class and your classmates would interview you. “What’s your favorite color?” “When is your birthday?” “Do you have any pets?” and so on. Then afterwards, you would get to do something special, like help the teacher with something, while all your classmates each wrote you a letter (how cute!) in which they commented on your answers to the questions. So it would be things like, “You said you like cats but I like dogs better because they can do tricks.” (Yes, that is a real part of one of the letters I received :). )
Anyway, the question I would always ask the POTW was, “What’s your favorite kind of cheese?” This was to be humorous and also because I honestly loved cheese and still to this day love cheese and probably will always love cheese. It always got a laugh and I was quite proud of myself. After a few weeks, I suppose it became predictable, because then, to my horror and disappointment:
During one interview, I had my hand raised to ask my favorite question. But another girl, Katie, also had her hand raised. The Person of the Week called on her first, and she said, “I’ll speak for Brianna: what’s your favorite kind of cheese?”
I was shocked.
And everyone laughed because, hey, it was a funny question.
I couldn’t believe it. I don’t need you to speak for me. I can speak for myself! What is this?! I thought.
And then, of course, I had to put my hand down because I no longer had a question!
And THEN, it became the new thing, that any random kid would say, “I’ll speak for Brianna: what’s your favorite kind of cheese?”
And it happened multiple times when I, too, had my hand raised, but wasn’t called on. I think perhaps they specifically didn’t call on me for that reason.
I was so mad. I am still mad, actually, thinking about it. I’m a little flattered because “imitation is the most sincere–” yadda yadda yadda. At least my name was cited each time someone asked it, so I guess I should be thankful for that. They could have just ripped the question completely.
But boy, did it bother me.
P.S. Another reason why this whole POTW thing was the cutest thing ever, is because the teacher collected all the letters, bound them into a book, and gave them to the POTW! I bet I still have mine somewhere!!!