I was a sidelines child: never class president, never team captain, never the one with the most valentines in my box.
Only nut cases want to be president. This was true even in high school. Only clearly disturbed people ran for class president.
I always had to prove myself through my actions. Be a cheerleader. Be class president. Be the editor of the newspaper.
I participated on debating teams and in student government, and served as senior class president.
When I was a senior, I ran for class president. And I lost. One of my opponents even told me I was "really stupid" if I thought a girl could be elected president.
...in the eyes of her oldest friends and colleagues and extended family, she wasn't a painfully thin seventy-five-year-old gray haired woman dying of cancer- she was a grade school class president, the young friend you gossiped with, a date or double date, someone to share a tent with in Darfur, a fellow election monitor in Bosnia, a mentor, a teacher you'd laughed within a classroom or a faculty lounge, or the board member you'd groaned with after a contentious meeting
I was eleventh-grade class president. That was the first elective office I held until I came into Congress.
I ran for ninth grade class president. Came in a close second.
All the kids in the cast tell me they hated high school, but I had the best time. I guess I was one of the popular kids. I played soccer, I was class president—I even dated the homecoming queen.
I am not one to generalize, but cartoonists, as a group, exhibit a level of social sophistication generally associated with pie fights. In high school, when the future lawyers were campaigning for class president, the future cartoonists were painstakingly altering illustrations in their history books so that Robert E. Lee appeared to be performing an illegal act with his horse.
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