Leblouche's diary

5. Elections (1)

Today is a Monday like any other, but tomorrow promises to be an exceptional day, because I will begin a new chapter in my professional life. Preparations are well underway, and I'm currently on my way to the dry cleaners with my suit. Sure, I feel some nervousness as I approach this new stage in my career, but it's a healthy excitement, a ball of anticipation nestling in my stomach.

To soothe these butterflies in my stomach, I decide to take a little break. I grab my journal and plop down on my couch, ready to put my thoughts and emotions on paper.

Dear Diary,

This morning, as the boredom of our arithmetic lesson began to set in, the school principal appeared in our classroom. The moment the door opened, a collective shudder ran through the classroom.

"Everyone stand up," our teacher's voice rang out.

"Hello, Principal," the students replied in unison.

"Sit down, please," the director urged us with a kind smile. "As you know, it is time to elect a class representative for each of your classes. We are going to organize elections. If you are interested, you can submit your application in the white box located in the office of the school life. You have until the end of the week to decide. With that, I will leave you to your lesson.

After the principal left, discussions about the elections took over the class. Little by little, I felt concerned about this opportunity.

"But let's get back to our lesson, please! Enough chatter, let's get back to our lesson," our teacher, Ms. Chauvin, chided.

Elections were the hot topic during recess, but also at the family dinner table.

"So, son, what's going on at school today?" asked my father.

"The director came to talk to us about the elections," I replied.

"When will they take place?" he continued.

"Next week," I replied.

My father raised an eyebrow, slightly teasingly. "You're not thinking of introducing yourself, by any chance?"

"No, I don't think so," I pretended, hiding my true desire.In fact, I was seriously considering running for office, but I preferred to keep that decision a secret for now.

"Well, we'll see next week," he concluded, leaving a hint of suspense lingering.

The management will choose three candidates for each class, and, despite my doubts, I am determined to try my luck. This year, I want to get out of my comfort zone, no longer be an average student, but become the representative of my class. My resolve is strong, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.

on September 7, 2004.

I close my journal, smiling at the decision I made. I wonder where this determination comes from, but it gives me the confidence to face tomorrow.

Suddenly, my stomach manifests loudly, reminding me that I need food. I get up, laughing softly.

"Okay, my stomach is demanding its due. Off to the kitchen!"

To be continued...