With eyes closed -I walked trekked to the auditorium with the other candidates for speech rehearsals. As we were walking, I glanced to view my reflection in a near window, then noticed what appeared to be a primate with a ponytail tramping alongside me. I rushed to the nearest bathroom, looked in the mirror and saw I was the primate who, apparently, didn't even do her hair! I scrambled to obtain my backpack and realized I had forgotten my shoes! If you've ever seen the face of a girl who was losing grasp of hope, confidence, and her cellular device then you know what my facial expression was. Frantically, I dropped my phone and abandoned the bathroom, but people were already filling the auditorium! I pleaded with one woman hauling a purse big enough to fit makeup, a comb, some McGriddles, and maybe even hope to lend me a comb or hair tie, but she said no. No! With that I lost the rest of my dignity and items in my …show more content…
All I can do is recall how elections went my freshman year. My shoes were still peep toes, my clothes were just as tight fitting, my hair was still imperfect, but my motives were different. Freshman year I ran because my friend was too shy to go through the process alone, but now I ran for something greater. I ran because I truly believed I was the best candidate for the position, because I loved to meet new people and represent them, and because I wanted to get involved. After I delivered my speech, I had to wait another four hours to hear the results, so I started reflecting over the work I did: the speech that took five hours to write and practice, the buttons that took half a day to make, the hair that took a whole day to straighten, the mental stress that took place for a full two weeks! I begged or "campaigned" for votes, smiled and chatted with people I would have never given a second thought for. Then they announced "Senior Class Treasurer is.." it's not