I have always been active
in Student Council. I was a representative from sixth grade to eighth grade,
and then in high school I was secretary and then vice-president of my class for
a couple of years. At my high school, Lake City, it was common to have females
as class officers, but when it came time to electing the officers of the entire
student council, that wasn’t the same case; a female student council president
was unheard of. I do not remember the last time there was one. Throughout my
four years in high school, I am not even sure if there was a female student
council vice-president. Every year I had to sit through the biweekly meetings,
where the entire council would come together to talk and vote on ideas and
upcoming events, that the student council president ran, thinking, “I could do
such a better job than he could.” Since I am a natural leader and enjoy
breaking the stereotypes of my red community, when election time came about at
the end of my junior year, I decided I would run for student council president.
My opponent, luckily, was an unorganized boy in my class, so when the day came
for the student council to vote and my male opponent forgot to attend the
meeting, I was voted on as president.
Throughout
the next year, I ran the meetings, organized the blood drives, ran pep
assemblies, and much more. Even though I was exceeding my duties as a
president, my job was a lot harder than I remember the previous presidents’ had
been. There was more resistance running meetings, people were less cooperative
and more negative than they had been in the past. My fellow seniors would
constantly bash me about things I would try to get opinions on from the council—
I had beat out the favored senior boy, and even though they then voted him to
become the National Honors Society president because they pitied him, they
never stopped complaining about it. I had gotten the position, but I had not
gotten the respect or acceptance that has always came with the title before.
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