I was never much of a girly-girl growing up. I rarely ever played with dolls, choosing instead to play sports with the neighborhood boys. I loved to roll about in mud and dirt, rather than play dress up. Needless to say, I never really considered I was Queen status of any kind.
I was so surprised when I was first approached to consider running for CU’s Homecoming Queen. My friends and I were studying when one of them said that I should run. I laughed at the prospect. I imagined myself up on the stage, stuffed into a giant, puffy dress, waving and blowing kisses. It was just so foreign to me. I didn’t think much more of it after that day, that is until I got an e-mail from the University that said I had been nominated and voted into the running for Homecoming Queen. I laughed so hard, I couldn’t believe it! I was very honored but I didn’t think I was the right girl for the job. I called my mom to tell her about it, and she joined in the laugher since she was as, if not more shocked than I was. After some convincing, I decided I may as well run. I mean, why not?
All of the Queen nominees were paired up with a King nominee and were expected to run as a couple. My pair was an amazing guy, however he didn’t really fit the stereotype of a King. He was a theatre major in the Christian Fraternity and was very involved on campus. We joked that we were the alternative ticket, nothing like the tall Gods and Goddesses that made up the rest of the nominees.
In order to be crowned King and Queen, we all had to compete in a pageant where we had to do a talent, show our school spirit, and parade across the stage in evening ware. As the pageant started, we joked around backstage and wished the rest of the couples luck. We didn’t really think we had much of a chance so we just had fun with the whole thing. We jumped around like crazy for our school spirit, dressed head to toe in spirit wear. We preformed a skit for our talent, laughing and having a great time the whole time. When it came time for the crowning, we dressed in our fanciest clothes and lined up on the stage. As I walked out, I tripped over my gigantic heals, stumbling into my partner. We laughed and took our spots for the finale.
The second and first runner up were announced with thundering applause. Before the winners were announced, my partner leaned over and cracked a joke. I laughed so hard that I missed the names of who won. I started applauding with everyone else, looking around to see who it was. Everyone seemed to be looking at us. I was confused until I felt something cold and metal on my head. That’s when it hit me.
Somehow we won!
I started laughing even harder, feeling a mixture of happiness, confusion, and disbelief. After what felt like a thousand pictures, it finally started to set in. I was the new Homecoming Queen for CU!
I will never forget that night when I was crowned. I am still so honored to be this year’s Queen and I only hope that I did a good job during my reign and didn’t make the University question their decision too much. I am excited to come back next year to see the crown pass on and to wish the new Queen luck.