Whether I like it or not, politics had already left its mark on me.
Whoever said that power is addicting does not lie. I testify to this statement, as the power that I have right now in my hands is way more than what my fellow students could have.
But I don't want to be where I am right now.
Did I really want to be a member of the student council? A prominent member, at that? If not, then why did I run on the election? Why did I undergo all the trouble of talking in front of people I barely even know and convince them that I could make a change? Why, in the first place, did I have my lips touch the poisonous wine of politics?
Curiosity, the promise of power, the thirst to prove myself pushed me to accept that offer to run. Sheer luck made me won, even having the third highest vote among the ten contenders vying for the top five slots allotted.
Triumph came wrapped in an elegant gift.
But do you know what was inside that gift?
Responsibilities. Stress. Pressure.
I tried to keep up with everything. And I am proud to say that I did surpass and proved something. I made good impressions among school administrators who expected the less of me. I became someone.
Yeah. Someone. Someone who only got air up in her head.
