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The true story of a former Snowfest Queen Candidate |
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Written by By Julie Brown/ Special to the World - View Profile
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Tuesday, 26 February 2008 |
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Why I failed to sell raffle tickets.
Once upon a time, I (yes, that would be me, myself, Julie Brown) ran for Snowfest Queen.
That would be back in my good ol’ North Tahoe High School days. Lets see, 2001 to be exact, when I was a too coo’ for schoo’ Junior.
I was running on behalf of the Prom Committee, one of my countless extracurricular activities that I joined for the sole purpose of boosting my college application. Hands down, I was an overachiever.
But I failed my post as Snowfest Queen candidate. Miserably. Sure, I sold a couple of raffle tickets, mostly to family members and family friends. But when it came down to it, my ticket sales were far below par.
You see, here’s how the whole Snowfest Queen thing works (especially for clubs made up of overachieving girls). The Rotary Club, the Kiwanis Club, the Fire District, I don’t know who else but you get the gist—they all nominate a candidate. Usually it’s a daughter of one of the members. Fair enough.
So the entire club or organization sells tickets for their candidate. And it’s a competitive dog-eat-dog effort for ticket sales.
Put those high-profile organizations with many ticket-selling members next to the lowly North Tahoe High School prom committee … please. It’s no wonder I was blown out of the water.
But here’s the other factor. Every other girl on the prom committee was running against me for queen, representing another group (like I said, we were all cheery-faced overachievers).
So instead of selling tickets on my behalf, my fellow prom-committee members sold tickets to count for themselves. Again … fair game. But that’s excuse for my failure number two.
Truth be told, motivating myself to put on that all-American face and stand in front to Lucky’s (or was it Albertsons by that time?) to sell raffle tickets just wasn’t my cup o’ tea.
So I lost. Whatever.
But my smile was flashing all over town on large white posters with huge block lettering that said SNOWFEST QUEEN CANDIDATE. Small town fame at it’s best.
My other favorite memory about Snowfest is with Mrs. Jones’ preschool. (And I actually do remember marching down Tahoe City when I was five). It was snowing, and I was wearing an oversized Hawaiian shirt over my snowsuit. And we were blowing bubbles.
This year, it’s safe to say that I’ll just be on the sidelines at the Snowfest parade, supporting Tahoe’s greatest community tradition. I’ll probably partake in Snowfest’s over-21 festivities this year. But I’ll be sure to cheer when the Snowfest Queen and her posse of princesses pass by, waving with a wrist-arm-elbow fluid like motion.
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