Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Childhood, Confidence, School | Posted on 07-11-2016
It was an election year. I was new to the school and decided to run for office. Seventh grade class vice president. I was smart, responsible, and peppy. What did I have to lose?
I campaigned. I researched. I spoke. I smiled. I won.
Genuinely interested in making an impact, my platform was to change the lunch menu, add more drinking fountains, and extend recess. Giggle. I painted posters and taped them on every wall in every hallway.
I clearly remember the speech. And being nervous as shit. Knees shaking. But I took control of my voice and into the microphone I began, “Friends, Seventh Graders, Countrymen, lend me your ears…”
Whaddya know? Lots of cheering and clapping! They picked me! I was elected and elated!
Though my efforts to change the school over the course of my vice presidency had little impact, the sense of accomplishment and confidence did wonders for my 12-year-old adolescent self.