Political Love
Rory noticed the sign between 2nd and 3rd period, and stopped to read it before passing to English class.
"CLASS ELECTIONS! Pick up your petition in Mr.Medina's room!" it said.
Hmm...might as well try it, Rory thought.
She stood there, studying the sign, her mind racing. If she won...she could so much for Chilton, and besides, how bad could the competition
be? Paris and her were on better terms since Dean and her reconciled, and Madeline and Louise were speaking to her again.
"Running?" a sly voice called from behind her.
"Tristan."she said, under her breath, and spun around. It seemed ironic, that even though he had gotten his heart broken, he was still talking to
Rory.
"Maybe." she answered. "You?"
"I am. And I'll win. I win everything. I rule the school."
"Hm." A grin spread over Rory's face. "I thought that was Paris' job." She turned and walked towards Mr. Medina's room.
She didn't hear Tristan mutter, "I'd lose a million elections only if you'd love me."
Later that day, the 20 page petition lay before her and Rory was frantically filling it out. She knew that petitions were no short document, but 20
pages?! She couldn't expect any less from Chilton anyway.
"Hi babe, whatcha doing?" Lorelai walked in from work.
"Filling in my petition."
"For what? You running for something?"
"Yes, president."
"Wow, of the United States! Aren't you a little young?"
"Mom-"
"Although you would a whole lot better than George Bush. I hate him."
"So everyone knows." Rory giggled. "I'm running for junior president against Mr. Tristan DuGray."
"Ooh. You think if you go out with him, he'll drop out?"
"Mom, please leave."
"You're mean." Lorelai pouted.
"Out. This thing-" Rory pointed to her petition, "is harder to fill out than taxes!"
"Got it." her mother winked. "I'll be in the kitchen."
"Where else?" Rory yelled to her.
So now I've got to get 50 signatures. I don't even know 50 people in this school! Rory thought.
She set to work, passing her petition around in English, Social Studies, and Study Hall. 35 signatures, 15 to go.
When she arrived at lunch, her eyes lit up. "Jackpot." she said.
Rory walked towards Mr.Medina's room after lunch, her eyes shining and heart triumphant. She entered his room, and- her grin faded.
Tristan was there, handing in his tradition.
"Ah, Rory. Here to give me a petition?" Mr.Medina asked.
"Um-ah-uh-yes." She stammered.
Tristan's eyes laughed as he walked out of the room, whispering, "Good luck, Rory, "sarcastically, which was met with an icy glare.
"Here." she said, giving Mr. Medina her petition.
"Hey, hope you win." he replied, looking at her earnestly.
"Thanks. When are the ballots coming out?"
"Right after speeches, this Friday."
"Speeches?"
"Of course, you didn't forget about speeches, did you?"
"Heehee." Rory laughed nervously. "Of course not."
"Good," Mr. Medina replied, his eyes twinkling. "Give your mom my regards."
"OK."
"Now go on." he nodded towards the door.
She left.
"Lane?" Rory yelled, stepping into the antiques store.
"Rory?" her best friend replied.
"Where are you?"
"To the left!"
"The left?"
"Right!" Lane yelled, "I'm in the kitchen!"
"Right or left?"
"Left!"
"The kitchen?"
"Marco!" Lane yelled.
"Polo!"
"Marco"
"Found you!" Rory said.
"Hi! What's up?"
"Bored, hungry as usual." Lane replied. "How's Dean and how are you?"
"Very good and very good!" Rory laughed. " Guess who's running for junior class president?"
"Really, that is soooo cool!" Lane shrieked. "Can I help you with your campaign?"
"Can you? I came here to beg you to help me with my campaign."
"So what do you need help with?"
"My speech."
"Oh yes...that darned speech. How about we start one today?"
"Sounds good."
When they were finished, they were both exhausted, and Rory trudged off to see Dean at the grocery store.
"Hi Dean." she greeted.
"Hi Rory." he answered, kissing her.
She held up her speech and forced it into his hands. "Read."
"Um, okay." His eyes scanned the 2 pages that she had written. "Wow, this is really good." he looked at her. "You're running for class president and
didn't tell me?"
"That's why I'm here now. I just decided yesterday anyway, and speeches are on Friday."
"Well, then let's get moving, you have an election to win!"
Chilton Prep was covered with "A vote for Tristan is a vote for fun!" posters and fliers and pins and candy.
Rory felt overwhelmed at all the effort and time (not to mention money) that Tristan had spent on his campaign. She looked at her 5 campaign
posters and self-consciously put them up.
She went to bed nervous that night, and when Friday finally rolled around, the butterflies in her stomach were innumerable.
The class proceeded to the auditorium during homeroom, and were seperated into the running officers and the class body.
First up were the people running for treasurer and secretary. There were no canidates for Vice-President and the President was to select one
after he or she was elected. Paris was running for secretary, which was a surprise to everyone, but Rory knew she did that so that Tristan had a better chance
at winning.
"Up for President...Tristan DuGray!" Mr.Medina announced.
He stood up, smiling, and confident and went to the platform.
"My fellow students, we have grown up together. You all have a good idea about how reliable I am-" Someone coughed in the audience. "-and what
a good student I am. I think, over the years, I have proved that if I set my mind to something, I can do it. Our sophomore year was ho-hum, and nothing else.
I don't think anyone enjoyed any of the activities the student counsil prepared."
Rory could see the student counsil fuming.
"I promise you a fun filled junior year with all the events you could desire. Each and every one of you is entitled to their own opinion, and I will do
my best to make you, the people who matter, happy. If you want a junior prom, you got one. Your wish is my command, and I will do my best to fulfill it.
Chilton Prep is an excellent school, but the students make it more excellent. Your goals and achievements fuel what I can do. And what I can do is endless
as long as you tell me. If I am elected, you all know what a fun year it will be. This is a short speech, I know, but its to the point, and I think that you all know
me well enough to know what I am capable of. Thank you."
Applause flooded the auditorium. Rory thought, maybe he does have a heart.
"Thank you, Tristan, and good luck. Next, also running for president..Rory Gilmore!" Mr. Medina announced.
Rory went to the platform and began.
" I have not known you all for a long time, as my opponent has. But, in my short months here, I think I have proved
myself trustworthy, loyal, and responsible. I have shown you that I am able to do anything. All of the great presidents have
started out like I am, eager and willing, and have grown wise with time. If we work together, we can make junior year terrific, together.
If it isn't obvious already, I will show you what a great leader I can be. And as all leaders do, I can guide you through next year and we can make
junior year the best. Our high school days are almost over and to make these precious memories last is a big task that I am willing to handle. "
"You have all proved to me that you are also eager and willing to have fun. But, in the meantime, school is also very important. I have big goals
for my future, and you will not believe how hard I am willing to work to get there. I expect the same from each one of you. If we work out more academic
classes and activities, and to get the students who need help some assistance, and to enrich the curriculum from all aspects. My goal is to make sure you
enjoy school, and its as simple as that. And to enjoy school is probably the best of all. But I cannot do it alone. We are all leaders, in a way. We lead ourselves.
And we believe in ourselves. I believe in you, and you will believe in me if you elect me as your class president. We can make junior year so meaningful
and happy and so-monumental, that it will stay with you forever. I believe in excellence, and you give me that excellence. And I can proceed with all my
plans as full-hearted as I am now. Thank you, and keep these words with you as you vote, "A house divided cannot stand."
The applause was loud and earth-shattering. Rory was glad the words had touched them. Now, what was more important to the students, a better
future, or a junior prom?
"All right." Mr. Medina said. "Thank you and good luck to all those running. Please proceed to your first period class to vote."
"Here goes. " Rory thought.
"The winners will be posted on Monday, and the president will have to select a vice president of their own choosing. Vote wisely!"
The auditorium's occupants all stood up and filed out.
Rory got a ballot herself, and she looked down at it:
Student Council Elections
President: Tristan DuGray_____
Rory Gilmore_______
Vice President: None
Secretary: Paris Gellar______
Jenny Carsen_____
Treasurer: Paul Gardner______
Marisa Herd_______
She quickly filled out the secretary and treasurer ballots, and lingered at her name. She paused, and instead- made a small, delicate check next to
Tristan's name.
To Be Continued...
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You're gonna vote too!!! FIll in the ballot ( for president only) in your review. Who wins is up to you! I'm going to give it 2 weeks....then I will write the next chapter
and who wins!
6-30-01
Rory noticed the sign between 2nd and 3rd period, and stopped to read it before passing to English class.
"CLASS ELECTIONS! Pick up your petition in Mr.Medina's room!" it said.
Hmm...might as well try it, Rory thought.
She stood there, studying the sign, her mind racing. If she won...she could so much for Chilton, and besides, how bad could the competition
be? Paris and her were on better terms since Dean and her reconciled, and Madeline and Louise were speaking to her again.
"Running?" a sly voice called from behind her.
"Tristan."she said, under her breath, and spun around. It seemed ironic, that even though he had gotten his heart broken, he was still talking to
Rory.
"Maybe." she answered. "You?"
"I am. And I'll win. I win everything. I rule the school."
"Hm." A grin spread over Rory's face. "I thought that was Paris' job." She turned and walked towards Mr. Medina's room.
She didn't hear Tristan mutter, "I'd lose a million elections only if you'd love me."
Later that day, the 20 page petition lay before her and Rory was frantically filling it out. She knew that petitions were no short document, but 20
pages?! She couldn't expect any less from Chilton anyway.
"Hi babe, whatcha doing?" Lorelai walked in from work.
"Filling in my petition."
"For what? You running for something?"
"Yes, president."
"Wow, of the United States! Aren't you a little young?"
"Mom-"
"Although you would a whole lot better than George Bush. I hate him."
"So everyone knows." Rory giggled. "I'm running for junior president against Mr. Tristan DuGray."
"Ooh. You think if you go out with him, he'll drop out?"
"Mom, please leave."
"You're mean." Lorelai pouted.
"Out. This thing-" Rory pointed to her petition, "is harder to fill out than taxes!"
"Got it." her mother winked. "I'll be in the kitchen."
"Where else?" Rory yelled to her.
So now I've got to get 50 signatures. I don't even know 50 people in this school! Rory thought.
She set to work, passing her petition around in English, Social Studies, and Study Hall. 35 signatures, 15 to go.
When she arrived at lunch, her eyes lit up. "Jackpot." she said.
Rory walked towards Mr.Medina's room after lunch, her eyes shining and heart triumphant. She entered his room, and- her grin faded.
Tristan was there, handing in his tradition.
"Ah, Rory. Here to give me a petition?" Mr.Medina asked.
"Um-ah-uh-yes." She stammered.
Tristan's eyes laughed as he walked out of the room, whispering, "Good luck, Rory, "sarcastically, which was met with an icy glare.
"Here." she said, giving Mr. Medina her petition.
"Hey, hope you win." he replied, looking at her earnestly.
"Thanks. When are the ballots coming out?"
"Right after speeches, this Friday."
"Speeches?"
"Of course, you didn't forget about speeches, did you?"
"Heehee." Rory laughed nervously. "Of course not."
"Good," Mr. Medina replied, his eyes twinkling. "Give your mom my regards."
"OK."
"Now go on." he nodded towards the door.
She left.
"Lane?" Rory yelled, stepping into the antiques store.
"Rory?" her best friend replied.
"Where are you?"
"To the left!"
"The left?"
"Right!" Lane yelled, "I'm in the kitchen!"
"Right or left?"
"Left!"
"The kitchen?"
"Marco!" Lane yelled.
"Polo!"
"Marco"
"Found you!" Rory said.
"Hi! What's up?"
"Bored, hungry as usual." Lane replied. "How's Dean and how are you?"
"Very good and very good!" Rory laughed. " Guess who's running for junior class president?"
"Really, that is soooo cool!" Lane shrieked. "Can I help you with your campaign?"
"Can you? I came here to beg you to help me with my campaign."
"So what do you need help with?"
"My speech."
"Oh yes...that darned speech. How about we start one today?"
"Sounds good."
When they were finished, they were both exhausted, and Rory trudged off to see Dean at the grocery store.
"Hi Dean." she greeted.
"Hi Rory." he answered, kissing her.
She held up her speech and forced it into his hands. "Read."
"Um, okay." His eyes scanned the 2 pages that she had written. "Wow, this is really good." he looked at her. "You're running for class president and
didn't tell me?"
"That's why I'm here now. I just decided yesterday anyway, and speeches are on Friday."
"Well, then let's get moving, you have an election to win!"
Chilton Prep was covered with "A vote for Tristan is a vote for fun!" posters and fliers and pins and candy.
Rory felt overwhelmed at all the effort and time (not to mention money) that Tristan had spent on his campaign. She looked at her 5 campaign
posters and self-consciously put them up.
She went to bed nervous that night, and when Friday finally rolled around, the butterflies in her stomach were innumerable.
The class proceeded to the auditorium during homeroom, and were seperated into the running officers and the class body.
First up were the people running for treasurer and secretary. There were no canidates for Vice-President and the President was to select one
after he or she was elected. Paris was running for secretary, which was a surprise to everyone, but Rory knew she did that so that Tristan had a better chance
at winning.
"Up for President...Tristan DuGray!" Mr.Medina announced.
He stood up, smiling, and confident and went to the platform.
"My fellow students, we have grown up together. You all have a good idea about how reliable I am-" Someone coughed in the audience. "-and what
a good student I am. I think, over the years, I have proved that if I set my mind to something, I can do it. Our sophomore year was ho-hum, and nothing else.
I don't think anyone enjoyed any of the activities the student counsil prepared."
Rory could see the student counsil fuming.
"I promise you a fun filled junior year with all the events you could desire. Each and every one of you is entitled to their own opinion, and I will do
my best to make you, the people who matter, happy. If you want a junior prom, you got one. Your wish is my command, and I will do my best to fulfill it.
Chilton Prep is an excellent school, but the students make it more excellent. Your goals and achievements fuel what I can do. And what I can do is endless
as long as you tell me. If I am elected, you all know what a fun year it will be. This is a short speech, I know, but its to the point, and I think that you all know
me well enough to know what I am capable of. Thank you."
Applause flooded the auditorium. Rory thought, maybe he does have a heart.
"Thank you, Tristan, and good luck. Next, also running for president..Rory Gilmore!" Mr. Medina announced.
Rory went to the platform and began.
" I have not known you all for a long time, as my opponent has. But, in my short months here, I think I have proved
myself trustworthy, loyal, and responsible. I have shown you that I am able to do anything. All of the great presidents have
started out like I am, eager and willing, and have grown wise with time. If we work together, we can make junior year terrific, together.
If it isn't obvious already, I will show you what a great leader I can be. And as all leaders do, I can guide you through next year and we can make
junior year the best. Our high school days are almost over and to make these precious memories last is a big task that I am willing to handle. "
"You have all proved to me that you are also eager and willing to have fun. But, in the meantime, school is also very important. I have big goals
for my future, and you will not believe how hard I am willing to work to get there. I expect the same from each one of you. If we work out more academic
classes and activities, and to get the students who need help some assistance, and to enrich the curriculum from all aspects. My goal is to make sure you
enjoy school, and its as simple as that. And to enjoy school is probably the best of all. But I cannot do it alone. We are all leaders, in a way. We lead ourselves.
And we believe in ourselves. I believe in you, and you will believe in me if you elect me as your class president. We can make junior year so meaningful
and happy and so-monumental, that it will stay with you forever. I believe in excellence, and you give me that excellence. And I can proceed with all my
plans as full-hearted as I am now. Thank you, and keep these words with you as you vote, "A house divided cannot stand."
The applause was loud and earth-shattering. Rory was glad the words had touched them. Now, what was more important to the students, a better
future, or a junior prom?
"All right." Mr. Medina said. "Thank you and good luck to all those running. Please proceed to your first period class to vote."
"Here goes. " Rory thought.
"The winners will be posted on Monday, and the president will have to select a vice president of their own choosing. Vote wisely!"
The auditorium's occupants all stood up and filed out.
Rory got a ballot herself, and she looked down at it:
Student Council Elections
President: Tristan DuGray_____
Rory Gilmore_______
Vice President: None
Secretary: Paris Gellar______
Jenny Carsen_____
Treasurer: Paul Gardner______
Marisa Herd_______
She quickly filled out the secretary and treasurer ballots, and lingered at her name. She paused, and instead- made a small, delicate check next to
Tristan's name.
To Be Continued...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You're gonna vote too!!! FIll in the ballot ( for president only) in your review. Who wins is up to you! I'm going to give it 2 weeks....then I will write the next chapter
and who wins!
6-30-01