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Extra curricular activities. Growing up I bounced around a lot in the things that I was involved in. It may have been that I was fickle or wishy washy. I didn't really know what I wanted to do so I tried a little bit of everything. I think the phrase I'll use to describe it is "well rounded"...

In Jr. High I played on the school basketball team, was a member of the Peer Leadership Team, was anchor person for the school's news program, and was on the yearbook staff. In High School I was on the Spirit Club (being loosely translated to Sophomore cheerleaders, but there were 20 of us and we stood in the stands for football games, though we got to be "regular" cheerleaders for the Sophomore basketball games), again on the Peer Leadership Team, I played on the Water Polo team, was a member of the seminary council, was Jr. Class Vice President, was a member of the National Honor's Society, and I was up to my eyeballs in art projects. I loved every minute of it.

I'm not really being nostalgic here. My oldest is coming up on the end of her 5th grade year. Next year she will rule the school as a 6th grader. Today she tries out for student council. She's already had to gather a petition of peer signatures and write an essay on why she wants to be on council and what she has to offer it, and now, she has to do a skit. I wish I could go and watch her, but it's during 6th grade lunch. She's going to get up in front of the council advisor teachers, and the current council members and show them what she's got. She's doing a magic show... a magic show gone wrong. She will ruin three tricks, "unintentionally" giving secrets away and botching every trick. She's a natural at hamming it up and she's going to nail it.

I think tonight I'll have her do it for us again (she was working it for us and had us busting a gut every time she thought of a new way to spoil a trick) so I can record it and post it on here.

I thought it was fun to be involved as I grew up. Let me tell you, it's strangely even more rewarding to watch my child become involved. Maybe somewhere in all my trial and error mothering, I somehow helped her become a responsible, contributing member of society. Or perhaps she's becoming that even despite me.