Homecoming verdict

The Story:

     While I was growing up, I knew what it was like to be the youngest. I have an older brother, sister, two half-brothers and two half-sisters. I was picked on by them and their friends. This is not a sob story; I don’t believe I was picked on any more than any other little brother. I also have a few unpleasant stories from school where I was picked on or demeaned. Because of all of these things, it was easy for me to see how much being picked on sucked, so I decided that I wouldn’t do that to anyone. All through high school I would stick up for underclassmen, people being picked on by ‘groups’ or anyone that just needed someone in their corner. I ended up making some good friends and I think people knew that if they needed help or were in a bind they could count on me.
     As a result of this, I never really had a group that I specifically hung out with. I was, for the most part, equally accepted by everyone. In fact, the only people that really had a problem with me were the people that were picking on the people I would stand up for, because I wouldn’t let them do it.

The Karma:

     I won homecoming king. It may sound odd, but because of a unique situation, which I will explain, I know it was because of the way I treated people that resulted in my winning. My girlfriend, at the time, was the student body treasurer. Because of this, she was tasked with counting the votes. I remember her telling me that they made her count them twice, and then a member of the staff counted them as well once she returned the second verdict naming myself as the winner. Apparently being involved with someone may sway their counting ability? Regardless of this, she remarked to me afterwards that I had won by a large margin in the freshmen class.