When my guidance counselor, Ms. Becker, told me she nominated me for the Superintendent’s Student Advisory Council I was reluctant to join. Ms. Becker knew me since my freshman year. She knew how quiet and soft spoken I was. I was confused as to why she would nominate me. Ms. Becker encouraged me to try it and after a day of contemplation, I agreed to join the council.
It was time to head the first meeting and I could not help but feel eerie. Would I have to stand in front of a podium and speak? Or would I freeze when I speak and not be able to talk? When the meeting started I was surprised by the intellectual atmosphere when I thought it was going to be a dreadful one. Everyone here had a common goal, sharing their ideas on how to make the
It was time to head the first meeting and I could not help but feel eerie. Would I have to stand in front of a podium and speak? Or would I freeze when I speak and not be able to talk? When the meeting started I was surprised by the intellectual atmosphere when I thought it was going to be a dreadful one. Everyone here had a common goal, sharing their ideas on how to make the