. . . door prizes that suck
The Crowley Chamber of Commerce held their annual Teacher of the Year banquet. My team and I joined Yodit Whipple, the Sycamore Elementary TOY, for a funfilled evening of laughter and rich conversation. After the Crowley Honor Choir performed, the Chamber President droned on for what felt like hours, and the teachers received their useless brass plaques. Finally the night drew to a close. While gathering my things to beeline towards the nearest exit, my name was called over the loud speakers. The master of ceremonies butchered the pronunciation of "Tenille", and before I knew it, all eyes in the room were on me. Laughter erupted across the banquet hall when the announcer proclaimed that I was the proud owner of a new propane tank. I sheeplishly approached the front of the room to collect my treasured gift. Red splotches creeped up toward my cheeks, and I was grateful I'd opted to wear a turtle neck to school today. Somethings are just plain silly.
Seriously. Who gives a propane tank as a door prize?