Running For Class President Essay

In the fall of 2014, I decided to run for class president. The decision was rather spontaneous. Throughout the previous school year I had taken no blank towards my class’s government. I had no interest in it, nor had I any knowledge of how to be a successful class president. None the less, I saw it as an opportunity to be a leader, and a opportunity to help my class and my classmates, for I knew what they wanted. In my mind, this would be a simple task. All one would have to do, is raise funds and plans a few things here and there. How hard could that possibly be? It was not as if I had not raised funds on previous accounts, so this would have been a breeze. Not to mention, with my being the president I thought everyone would win. The class would have more than sufficient funds at the end of the year and every male and female would be happy with the way I performed and what I was able to accomplish.
The win not all that difficult. I did very little campaigning, for word of me running spread quickly. I assumed presidency and began work. Planning had commenced. Bake sale, after bake sale, after bake sale; yet the money was not coming in. Raffles and assemblies. Car washes, and even a “Pie your favorite teacher.” Still, no money was coming in. Spirit week, dress down days and a talent show. The money just was not there. The

Word of the class being “broke.” Word that the president was not doing anything for the class. Word that the one they had chosen was, the wrong pick. This was when the affects of the failure I had both produced and became seemed worse. Walking the hallways were horrible. My friends, constantly bringing up the fact that is was my fault the class was broke. There was a point where I was even approached and questioned by a teacher. I almost started to feel unwelcome. After all, it was my fault that the class was broke, it was that the class did not have enough money to properly fund a class trip. It was all my