Nicole Sutherland

Professor Lynn Raymond

UWRIT 1104
12 July 2016

WP2: A Literacy Narrative

I remember walking down to Ms. Montgomerys office. The day was nice; not too
hot or cold. To me, I was having one of the best days ever. It was my birthday and on
top of that I had been elected student body president last month. Our eighth grade class
would be considered the most memorable class and I was so happy to be the voice of
my fellow classmates. I felt like I had worked hard enough and I deserved the position,
so when I received it I felt unstoppable.
Anyways, I walked into her office and she was sitting at her desk with the same
unhappy face that she always wore. She was not the nicest lady all the time, but it was
all tough love. I walked in and she said, Close the door behind you. I got up, closed
the door, and walked back to the old wooden chair that was in front of her desk. I
wondered where the vice president, secretary, and treasurer were since we were having
a meeting, but I decided not to question it. She never looked up at me, but instead
continued typing on her computer as if I was not there. After a few minutes I broke the
silence and said, What was it that you wanted to speak with me about Ms.
Montgomery? She did not beat around the bush at all with her response; she said, I
called you here to tell you that you are no longer student council president. My heart
instantly started to constrict in my chest.

At first I thought she was a joking, but when she continued to hold her stern look I
knew she was serious. She began discussing my incomplete assignments, low quiz and
test grades, as well as my missing homework, but I was so completely and utterly filled
with disbelief that I did not hear her. She told me that my presidency would be taken
from me and given to the second runner up, because of my failure to truly be a leader. I
said nothing. The only thing I could do was cry. I called my mom to have her check me
out. I told my mom I was not feeling well, because if she knew my grades were slipping
and that I was no longer president, I would have been in so much trouble.
That entire day I sat in my room thinking about how much I hated Ms.
Montgomery, the second runner up, and everyone else in the world. Even though, I
should have pointed the finger to myself considering my low application in class was my
own fault. The next day I went to school and got every single piece of work I missed and
did it all over the weekend. The work was long and boring, but I had to do it. I could not
just let Ms. Montgomery take something away from me without proving that I wanted to
try and earn my position back. On Monday, I turned all the work in, but I did not get my
place back as president. The pain and disappointment in myself was indescribable. I felt
like I did not keep my word to the people who had voted for me, but now looking back
on the situation I am thankful for Ms. Montgomery. To this day, I have been to Ms.
Montgomerys classroom multiple times to thank her for whipping me into shape. She
taught me that a good leader does not just work hard for the moment, but that they are
always working and improving. I am grateful for her stripping me of my power, because I
would probably not be the great leader and student I am today.