False Memory

When I was a little boy, about 1st or 2nd grade, I ran for student council president of my school. In the school, there was a president for each grade and the school was from 1st to 5th grade. Apparently, there were 5 people who were presidents for each of their grades. When I was nominated, I was surprised but didn’t really care. When I told my mom that I could be class president, she told me to make a long speech to persuade the kids at my school. I wrote and memorized a five minute long speech that I memorized. My mom was watching and she said that I was great, but I couldn’t tell how well I was actually speaking in front of the whole school. Later that week, after everybody gave their speeches and the votes were counted, they named off who has won for each grade. There was a speaker in each of the classrooms so the principal could tell everybody at once without calling for an assembly. I know that I didn’t really care for it and wasn’t that excited. I don’t think that we were even allowed to be a bit rowdy or energized at our school because it was a really strict private school. When they were naming off the winners, I was waiting and daydreaming about what I was going to do after school. When the principal said my name people were happy and were excited for me. I didn’t really show much emotion about winning because I didn’t realize how big of a deal it was to be the president for my grade. After everybody got it out of their systems, they explained the details. Once a day, the principal would call each all the presidents to meet with each other so we could discuss issues that we found large back then. I recall that the first time we got called to meet with each other, I was really confused and had no clue what to do or where to go. I probably didn’t know what to do because I was young and didn’t pay attention when they actually explained the details the first time. My teacher eventually told me to go to one of the old math classrooms and there will be all of the other presidents there.
When I got there, the other people were already there and I was a little bit late. They didn’t care because I was one of the underclassmen who didn’t really know his way around the campus. When the first topic was discussed, I was extremely bored and didn’t know what I had to do. I was scared of the other class presidents and that may be the reason why I didn’t really talk out loud then. I remember they gave us candy and other sweet food, and that was the only reason why I enjoyed going to those meetings. They gave us gummy worms and other candy because they wanted it to also be fun at the meetings, not all business. Whenever they brought up a minor topic of the school to discuss about, I didn’t really talk or suggest anything because I didn’t know if they would judge me on what I said or look at me in the wrong way. It was interesting and fun to hang out and not do anything for a whole hour, but eventually I knew that they knew that I didn’t contribute anything to the school in the meetings. We were discussing how we should talk about the issues in the next assembly that we have chatted about for the past few weeks.
Eventually, I suggested, “Do you think that we should each say one current decision that we have decided in the past weeks?”

They all looked at me because I did not say much at all the whole time I was there.
Then, the 4th or 5th president said, “Wow. He actually said something.”
After he said that, I was more timid than ever. Since that day, I didn’t want to be the president of my grade anymore. Even the sweet treats that were provided did not stand up with the possibility of another ten seconds of humiliation. I was really satisfied after that trimester was over and I didn’t have to go to those meetings anymore. Since that year, I never ran for president or any other student council position ever again.