When I was in eighth grade, I was the student council president because I am a perfectionist; I did not trust my peers to get things done the way they needed to be. Prior to my eighth grade year, I had just been a class representative. As president, I assigned jobs to the other members, but I was not allowed to give myself a task of my own. Our moderator told me that my job was to supervise what the others were doing and make sure that everything was running smoothly. At first, this job was a good fit for me, because I held all the power. At this time, I was in my position for all the wrong reasons. I did not want to lead the group; I just wanted power over the group. With a twinge of my middle school attitude still in my mind, I ran for homeroom
