The liberal arts school I attended had student government. The President and Vice-President were elected by popular vote as a team ticket, just like the United States election for President.
The best thing I can say about it is that it was useless. They got nothing done and they had no power.
My first year there, a local dog won (these things weren’t taken very seriously) as a write-in vote, necessitating a “do-over.”
At lunch one day, a group of us began to talk about two of our friends running as a team. The Taco Bar had just made its debut in the cafeteria, so our ambitions were understandably high as to what could be accomplished with proper leadership.
Amy was in a sorority and Bill was in a fraternity and we reasoned that would get two of the nine Greek houses on campus to support their ticket.
Amy was white and so was Bill. However, there were only two black people (and no Hispanics) on campus. There was one Jewish guy, but he was Amy’s boyfriend, so we had another demographic sewed up. The gays were still “in the closet,” so that didn’t matter. Bill was left-handed, from the Northeast and an alcoholic. Amy was overweight. We practically had the thing won. The Dream Ticket.
But we had forgotten one thing…who would be the President and who would be the Vice-President?
And that’s where the idea died. As they argued, I remember thinking that these two were almost as idiotic as the process they wanted to enter into…
