Sweet Dreams

I’d applied for the position without much hope, to be honest. After the confidence-bashing and social challenges of the previous months, I didn’t imagine that someone like me even had a chance at masterminding the famous Peninim night activities. When the acceptance letter arrived, I had to read it four times before I was sure this was actually happening.

The purple and silver Peninim logo flashed at me above those magic words: “We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted for the role of Night Activity Head.” Then there were 10 pages which basically said blah blah rules, blah blah forms, but the point is, something in my life was going right for the first time in months. My dream coming true! And boy was I going to ace it.

The next three months were a whirlwind of activity. While school remained annoying and political, on phone calls with Avigail, my co-head for night activity, I was flying high.

“Silent Disco left me a message. They can’t do Tuesday, what should we do?” I asked. Avigail went quiet.