Hail the Prezzie~

24th of swelterin' July, circa 2008

I,
Mademoiselle-
...Baxter
...Mukti Baxter
...Rhema Mukti Baxter

was clapped into becomin' the President of the English Literary Society!!!

*The boastin' part is hundred percent real*

But this is where the so-called-glory ends...

Being the President of a majorly Studious Departmental Society means
~Gettin' people to relax and enjoy their department through activities which they oh-so-dont-wanna-participate-in...
~Tryin' to make everyone see not just the silver linnin' but conning them into imaginin' a golden one as well...
~Bribin' the different sets of people to pretend to lyk each other.
~Makin' use of Groupism to promote the Department and not to end up doing a Crab/Crap-Tale.
~Takin' blame for everything that goes wrong which is waaaaaay to looooooong and indecent a list to include here.
~Givin' credit to each person who might have worked for the various events for anything in the range of 5 minimicroseconds to 5 days.
~Gettin' labelled the BlackSheep of the class while actually being the ScapeGoat of the Department.
~Torturin' all my friends into workin' soooooo hard that they detest being called my friends.
~Havin' nightmares of failin' in just about everything related to marks+University+results+the works... and then realisin' that those were not dreams---> rather plain ol' reality.
~Cryin'+cursin' myself for eva havin' wanted to become President.
~Sighin' a lot.
~Smilin' + shoutin' for no reason.(Not necessarily at the same tym)
+Blaaaaaaaaaah Bleeeeeeeeh Bleeeeeeeeep...

P.S.
~Realisin' that whateva said and done... I still love being the President. =D
(not really in a sadistic way)