No, this is not about Obama... this is about the events of the last month or so.
Almost a month ago I lost a very good friend, fraternity brother and co-worker to suicide. It was one of the toughest times I have ever had. So much so that i talked with a counselor about what happened and what was going on in my head. If anyone reading this has gone through the experience you know it's really good to just talk, talk and talk about everything in your head.
From the experience, I realized how amazing my friends and fraternity brothers are, even though many of us live so far away.
Anyway, back to how the word President. I have never been a President of anything. In high school I was Vice President of the towns Youth Association. My best friend was President, lead of the school play and Captain of the Track team. I always felt like second fiddle.
In college I was Vice President of our Inter-Fraternity Council. Vice... ugh... always second in command.
Last weekend we had a meeting of my fraternity alumni association. We met at a social club at Yale University where it is tradition to drink punch out of a silver trophy and tell stories.
Anyway, at this event our Alumni Association president stepped down and opened the floor for nomminations to replace him. The first name mentioned was mine. I accepted the nomination. It came time for a vote and I was elected President!
I am pretty excited about it because I have been wanting to be more involved on the alumni front. I'm excited.