When I was in the seventh grade at our school (as part of the development of democratic values), it was decided to elect the President of the school. In the assembly hall, the starched headmistress announced that anyone can stand as a candidate, if he or she can collect at least 10 student signatures. The librarian was instructed to collect signatures. After school, the boys and I were going home and I offered to create a party of losers and win the elections. At the primary meeting of the cell of the Losers party, I was nominated for presidency. The next day, all the C-grade students and boys with a sense of humor came to the library. It so happened that in two weeks I got about 40 votes, and the rest of the candidates (they were all girls - headmen of grades 6 to 9), got from 5-8 (according to the number of girlfriends). I already thought that I won, but it turned out to be only the first stage. Then it was not interesting, we were given some non-public assignments such as for the best poem about the school or to write an essay “as I see the work of the school president”. In the finals there were only two of us left. Me and a girl with excellent grades from a parallel class (the favorite of all teachers, the absolute ideal of the school). So that you understand the level of the ideal, she played the Snow Maiden all the years that she studied at school. A week before the elections, at the main stand of the school, space was made available for two wall newspapers. We (the finalists) were instructed to draw up an electoral program by Monday and place wall newspapers with the campaigns. In the campaign, it was imperative to indicate what grades you get, what clubs you attend, what you are your interests and then offer what do you want to improve at school. I thought for a long time what to write, and as a result, the guys and I drew a wall newspaper. When I got to school, I saw what this girl had posted. It was funny to me then, but now looking at the pre-election campaign, I understand that a professional headquarters worked for it) In the middle it said “Katya Petrova! Do you want to become an excellent student? Vote for me! " And then there were photos from her events at the school. Here is Katya the eternal Snow Maiden, here on September 1 Katya rings the eternal bell. Here is Katya at the easel at an art school, and here she is playing the piano in a music room, here is Katya jumping on a basketball with a ball, and here she is planting trees at a subbotnik. And there was also the text: My name is Katya Petrova. I have been studying at this school since the 1st grade and I am an excellent student. My hobbies are basketball, music, painting and beadwork. I take part in amateur performances and love nature. I was abroad in Turkey and Cyprus, and I also like to relax with my grandparents in Kislovodsk. Vote for me! ————— Of course, I wondered, because the head teacher clearly said that we need a PROGRAM, that is, a list of ideas on how to improve life at school. And I wrote it. At the stand was my photo from the trip and my signature "Abram Simpson. A guarantee of respect for everyone. " The agitation text was as follows: My name is Abram, I study in grade 7 for C and B. I don't attend clubs, I do boxing and sambo. If you elect me as president of the school, I will achieve the following results: 1. School wrestling competitions; 2. The first school beauty contest; 3. Classes in aeromodelling (as in a neighboring school); 4. The right to study computer science for everyone, not just A class; 5. Distribute microscopes to all desks in biology, and not so that the first desks have a microscope, and the rest draw from a textbook. 6. Open fire exits for safety reasons. (Here I lobbied for the interests of the senior classes, since they had a long way to go to the smoking room); 7. To change the physical education instructor in other schools they play volleyball / basketball, and for a year we have been running in circles and squatting while he drinks tea; 8. For an art teacher, objectively assess the capabilities of students. It is impossible to sculpt a bust of Apollo from plasticine, and in general I'm tired of plasticine. 9. The call is for students, not for the teacher! The teacher is paid money so that he draws up a lesson plan, and in 7 minutes we need to have time to run to another office, drink water, have a snack, and prepare for another lesson. 10. It's time to find out where the money that pays for renting a dining room for weddings every weekend goes. Wall newspapers hung until the evening, until the head teacher leaving home saw them. In the morning my newspaper was gone. I was summoned to the director as part of the "Class teacher / Head teacher / Director", there they scolded me for a long time on the topic "how dare I write such nonsense" and I was removed from the elections with the wording about moral and ethical inconsistency, a remark in my diary and the instruction "let it will be a lesson to you. " A week later, the girl who remained the only candidate was made the president of the school, she was presented with a medal, a wreath and some gift in the assembly hall. No elections, no votes, nothing. In fact, they simply appointed a convenient and obedient candidate who will do what she is told for the top five. And you know, for me it really was a lesson of a lifetime. I figured out how elections work) According to the results of exit polls, I won by a huge margin.