MOTD: Any Dream Will Do

Back in high school, I participated in a lot of clubs and organizations. I even played golf. Well, I was on the team. I don’t know if you could call what I did, “playing.” Anyway, I was actually the founder and president of one of these clubs.

The Seinfeld Club.

Yes. It came to me in a dream. I just had the idea one night. I talked to one of my friends who also was passionate about Seinfeld. We went to our principal (who was the greatest and looked like George Bush). He loved the idea and told us we needed to find a teacher to sponsor it. Not a prob. Mr. Findley (who hated us but loved us) didn’t take much convincing. Then we recruited about fifty people.

It. Was. Awesome. The first year, when we were Juniors, we had tons of members. We’d watch an episode of Seinfeld each week after school. The t-shirts we made said, “The jerk store called and they’re running out of you.” Around Christmas, we even had a Festivus Celebration. We had the pole and all. People came up one by one and bore their grievances. Even the teachers joined in. It got a little out of hand when a kid told too much, so we had to stop. But it was a night to remember.

Senior year, we lost a lot of our members because they had graduated and so the club was filled with a lot of awkward Freshman boys, but the club lived on.

I’m not sure if it still continues today. But I hope my legacy is always remembered.