PICKED ON

It's that time of year. BAIS YAAKOV CONVENTION. This year it will be held in Cleveland, Ohio. Every year our school gets a certain amount of slots for the twelfth graders. This years senior class has a total of thirteen girls! For the convention they were given seven slots.
Only seven out of thirteen can go?!? Yeah sometimes life's not fair. Every school around the country has a different way of choosing which girls can go on the convention. Some send their G.O. heads, some choose who would best represent their school, some vote, and some do lots. That's what we do.
The day when we were choosing the lots the whole senior class was busy saying Tehillim the whole day. They got the whole school to say Tehillim for them. I wrote each of the girls names on a piece of paper, cut them up and placed them in an empty (laffy taffy) bucket. I went to the High School Mechanechet to tell her we were ready for the drawing of the names. The Mechanchet and I entered the Twelfth grade classroom and were about to begin. (by now the whole Sefer Tehillim was said at least three times)
"Who teaches you now?" the Mechanechet asked before we began.
"We have goverment now, Mr. Sanders is always late," they answered.
Right when we were about to start,  in walked Mr. Sanders.
"OK, it looks like we'll have to do it later." the Mechanechet said.
"It's OK, you can do it now, I don't mind." Mr. Sanders said.
"Yeah, lets do it now." the girls cried. (seriously cried)
"No, we'll do it later."
"But we get out early today," one girl said.
"How about you let them out five minutes early Mr. Sanders, and we'll do it then." the Mechanechet said.
The girls agreed and they started class.
I went back to my office and on my desk I saw I forgot to put one girls name in.
HP!
Imagine if we would have done it then! (When we did it after class, the girl that I forgot to put in was actually one of the girls picked to go on convention)