The Election James Walton Gibson

Near the end of my junior school year, I ran for senior class president. My decision was based on a few different factors. For one, I wanted to play a larger role in my school. Although I have always participated in school athletics, I have historically not participated in clubs and school organizations, and I was eager to change that. Also, I knew that the senior class president is granted an opportunity to give a speech to the graduating class at the graduation ceremony. That was the selling point for me, because the opportunity to address my fellow students on one of the best days of our lives is priceless.

My announcement was met with much excitement and congratulations from students throughout my class. Someone spoke to me about it every day leading up to the election. My opponent was a long time office holder, and she did not expect me to challenge her in the election. Election day came and I was on edge. I had been furiously campaigning and reminding friends of the event, and I was optimistic but unsure of the results.

When the results came in, I had won. Almost as soon as the good news echoed through the halls, I came upon bad news. There were reports of my voters stuffing the ballot box. I would never endorse such...