Am I Really Vice President Material?

So, today was a very...interesting day.  It started off with me waking up and all that and getting dressed and stuff.  But, I knew that I would be presenting a speech for vice president later in the day, so I wore my VHS t-shirt (something that will come in once more in my story).  I was running out the door, arms flailing, trying not to drop my MILLIONS of bags that I had to take to school today, and hopped in the car.  Of course, just as we were about to reach my friend's house (her mom takes us to school), I screamed- "AHHHHHHH!!!!  CRAP!  I FORGOT MY SPEECH!!!!!"  I left it on the counter. Brilliant, I know.  My dad dropped off my friend that was riding with us, and zoomed back towards my house (my house and my friend's house were 20 seconds away from each other, but it could still present a problem).  By this time I had called my mom and she was waiting on the driveway when we sped up it.  I rolled down the window, grabbed the folder, and my dad got us out of there!  When we turned onto the street, we could see my friend's house and her mom pulling out of the driveway.  When my dad leaned hard on the gas, I suspected he might have noticed that too.  We got there just as she was about to t-bone us if she would have gone any farther, and I jumped out of the car, then threw myself into the next car.  When I got to school, I remembered that I needed to recite my speech to the class advisor, so I went to see her.  The first thing she said to me was- "Why aren't you dressed up??" (que my VHS t-shirt).  By this time, I swear, I was about to cry (I am NOT good under pressure, by the way).  I guess she could sense the stress that was radiating from every fiber in my being, so she then said- "It's ok, don't freak out."  She said that about 5 times, which I needed, of course.  She then read my speech, and told me it was really good, so I felt a little better!  That was from about 6:00 to 7:45 this morning...FAST FORWARD...I was sitting in 7th Period dreading the announcement from the announcer lady that comes over the intercom, and she started talking.  Great!  NOW the nerves kick in!  So, I walked with my friends to the HUMONGOUS (not exactly helping) auditorim, and saw my other friends running for office backstage.  I dropped my MILLIONS of bags, then walked onto the stage with everyone else and sat down in the chair that they had prepared for them.  Treasurers went first, then secretaries, then vice presidents by last name (my last name is Williams, so last name is the STORY OF MY LIFE).  Finally, it was my turn to walk up there, so I did, and while I talked I could feel my whole body shaking, like, NO JOKE!  I then sat down and listened to the rest of the speeches, told my friends they did well, then left.  But, its not over yet...I went to my locker and realized that the bell had rang like 5 minutes ago, so I busted my tail running out to the bus ramp.  If I would have been there any second later, I would have been squashed like a bug between the doors of that bus!  The most hectic day of my life (SO FAR) was over, and I had survived.  So, do you think I'm really vice president material??