“Power was my weakness and my temptation.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

                Hey there, how are my favorite loonies doing? This week’s post is about the most epic subject of all times: me. Can I get a round of applause? Thanks, you’re lovely. But, carrying on, I’ve put my talent to write random non-sense to good use, and decided to tell you about my week. And it has been a heck of a week! I seem to have a special gift. And this curse gift causes me to get involved in pretty much anything that will eventually consume a good deal of time and energy. That being said, I have found myself caught in a political jungle. I am part of a group that’s running for my school’s domination student association.

               Since we’re a small school, there are only sixty senior students, and those sixty ended up divided into three groups: the team L, the team M (which was indubitably superior in absolutely everything), and the truly smart people who didn’t get involved in the feud. We all know each other’s names, and gossip and rumors spread faster than the plague. So it is fair to say that there was little bit of rivalry between us all. And this “little bit” occasionally translated to a sudden urge to punch some people in the face.

            For the (thankfully) short period of a week, we forgot we were all friends and a craving for power took over. Now, you might be wondering: Why? Why did both groups wanted to win so badly? Honestly, that remains a mystery given that whoever wins will simply gain more work and responsibility. But we wanted it, oh we wanted it bad! Just the satisfaction of winning was enough; the power to spend the rest of the school year bragging about our glorious victory. If someone offered us the job, we might have said no. But, as in a playground, we wanted the one toy that that other kid was playing with, even though there were dozens of other toys laying around.

            And so there was a clash of titans; we gazed fiercely at each other, we fought, we accused our opponents of stealing our ideas, of stealing our credit, and both sides struggled to be always one step ahead of the other. We were idiots.

             But now it’s over, we still don’t know who won, but… does it really matter? The answer: YES. I want to win. (Sorry, but we can’t all be altruistic and selfless, I mean I’m human, give me a break).

 The Joker,

Sophie Grey