Pages from My Diary of Life

 In 9th grade, the time had come for the student council elections. Students from classes 8 and 9 were allowed to participate, while 10th graders were eligible for the Head Girl and Head Boy positions. I, being one of the students who never imagined becoming a captain, decided to take part for my Yellow House. We were given three days and four periods to campaign around the school, carrying our banners and asking students to vote for us. Due to some misconduct on the first day, from the second day onward, we were no longer allowed to take companions for help—only the candidates could campaign. I had filled out the form just for the experience, knowing very well that there were more eligible students from my house for the post. I didn’t know what would happen—I just believed in myself. Deep down, I knew I had an inbuilt leadership quality, even if I hadn’t realized it before. This was my chance to explore it. Then, we were asked to choose a symbol to represent our campaign. I picked...

  In 9th grade, I was elected as Vice-Captain of my house. It was our first taste of event planning as responsible captains. With 24 captains on board, we were less of a council and more like a chaotic event-planning circus — juggling duties, cracking jokes, and somehow still pulling off one epic event after another!  Our first BIG council event—and oh, we didn’t just plan it… we  slayed it . The Teacher’s Day event was right around the corner, and we had already started preparing days before . We were all super pumped, but also anxious, knowing that everything depended on us. It wasn’t just any regular event, it was the biggest day where the student council had to shine, and we were managing it all. After  days of staying back till 3 PM ,⏰ collecting supplies, arguing over poster placements. We  took help from some juniors  for posters (thank God for their neat handwriting🖉) We had to  set up  everything from scratch. The  assembly hall ...