“Only fifteen more minutes of class left,” I think to myself. I look from the clock back to my vocab worksheet and continue writing. All of a sudden my teacher stands up from his desk and walks to the front of the room. “Class, does anyone know the answer to number thirteen?” Nobody in the room raises their hand. “Don’t make me call on someone!” he threatens. My face turns red and my hands become sweaty. I keep scanning the room, waiting for someone else to raise their hand so I don’t have to. I think I know the answer, but I just can’t find it in myself to raise my hand. What if I get it wrong? Or what if I get it right and somebody judges me for trying too hard? Thankfully the girl next to me shouts out the right answer. I just…show more content… I signed in at the front and headed straight to the back, expecting to just do my time and leave as soon as I could. However, this time was different. The sound of the gavel rang out and the president began to speak. “Dodgeball is our first event of the year this year, and we need people to step up and be in charge so the event goes smoothly. Who would like to be in charge of this event?” A few people respond and say they will help, but nobody wanted to be in charge. All of a sudden, a shadow was cast over me. I turned around and saw our advisor standing behind my chair. I shrunk down in my seat and feared the worst. He announced, “I think Katie should help be in charge of this event since she hasn’t done anything at all since joining council.” I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. My face turned redder than anyone could imagine and I froze in my seat. It didn’t hit me until after the meeting just how much responsibility this position would…show more content… It was an announcement about the upcoming class officer elections. Since helping plan an event for the whole school wasn’t that bad, I figured being a class officer and planning events for a single grade would be easier. Also, I had grown to love being a part of something important and bigger than myself. I decided I wanted to run for office and went to my class sponsor to find out more information. I began to campaign for the position of secretary, and shortly after came election day. I was terrified to hear the results. I thought to myself, “What if I don't win? What will people think?” I sat in my chair at the end of the school day, anticipating the announcements of who won. Sure enough, I was elected class secretary. I beamed as my class congratulated me on my
