I have a secret to tell you (it’s between you and me – please don’t share it with anyone else). As you know, my last name is Yeager. Since the beginning of time, I have grown accustomed to being at the end. In school, my desk was the very last desk in the last row. When registering for conferences, my name tag was last. There was no need to flip through pages when voting, just go to the last page. I became kinda territorial over my last name and placement in line. I HAD TO BE LAST! There was no pride in being 3rd, 4th or 5th from the bottom. I hated going somewhere and there being a Greg Zitak or a Rose Young.
Toward the end of my junior year in high school, I realized that I would not graduate last from my class all because of guy named Marc Zorio. How dare he! Who does he think he is? I was hurt. My future graduation day would be ruined. I had to do something. I didn’t know the guy, so I didn’t want to bring him any harm. He made it this far so I doubt he would fail his senior year. Although graduation was a year away I had to devise a plan. So what did I do? I ran for Senior Class President!! Why, you ask? Because the Sr. Class President gets to receive the first diploma and graduate first!!!! For my election speech I talked about bringing the class together for our most memorable yet and how I was fully dedicated.
I did become Sr. Class President and did actually enjoy the position….. but most importantly I walked with my head held high at the front of my class as I lead the procession of Waggener High School’s Class of 1994!
M.Y. July 2007