Although you have to be 36 years old to legally become the president of the United States, I feel as if I’ve experienced an aspect of presidency in my fourteenth year of living. Of course, it is obvious that being president of my middle school’s National Junior Honor Society is nowhere near being the president of the United States. But in fact, my experience depicts a quite harrowing and concerning aspect of presidency. In an interwoven city and school, creating close relationships was inevitable. You knew everyone’s middle name and could identify the people in your club by the blur of their backpack. This was especially so in my National Junior Honor Society. Classes were grouped by skill and could find a fourth of the organization in a
