If someone had told me before college that I’d spend a significant chunk of my college life as class president, I would have laughed it off as a joke. My aspirations were modest; I simply wanted to be a good classmate—nothing more, nothing less. Leadership was something I admired from afar, a bright light I never dared to step into.
During my freshman year, a close friend took on the role of class president, and I happily supported her from the sidelines. But life often throws us unexpected twists, and as that year drew to a close, I found myself stepping into a position I never imagined I would hold. My name is Gerie, and this is the story of how I learned to embrace the mantle of leadership—a journey that has been as demanding as it has been fulfilling.
Initially, the idea of leading my peers felt daunting. I questioned, “Why should I lead? We’re all in the same boat; we all have the same common sense and capacity to understand.” My reluctance stemmed from the fact that this was uncharted territory. Although I had served on the council during junior high, nothing prepared me for the weight of standing before my classmates as their representative—the one tasked with asking questions, relaying information, and shouldering the responsibilities that come with the role.
As time passed, a simple truth began to crystallize: someone needed to step up. Someone had to unite us, to advocate for our needs, and to ensure we progressed together as one. When I finally accepted this challenge, it unlocked a facet of myself—a hidden reservoir of leadership skills and a heartfelt desire to help others that filled a void I hadn’t even recognized was there.
My experiences as a supportive follower laid the groundwork for my leadership journey. Understanding the dynamics of following taught me invaluable lessons in empathy and compassion. I learned how to listen and identify the challenges my classmates faced and figure out how to navigate difficult situations together. The heartfelt “thank you” notes from my classmates and the recognition from others who experienced my service became fuel for my confidence and affirmed my sense of purpose.
Being class president is far from a mere title; it’s a commitment to being present for every professor and every classmate in need. It requires a constant state of readiness—a continuous effort to remain engaged, even amidst the chaos of college life. Skipping class or sidelining notifications is simply not an option. One of the toughest aspects of this role is balancing the demands of the faculty with the trepidations of my classmates. As their representative, I am their voice—a bridge between two worlds—with the responsibility of always considering what is best for the majority.
At times, it feels overwhelming, as if the weight of the world rests on my shoulders. Classmates come to me for guidance, desperate for answers I sometimes don’t have. A voice in my head wonders, “Why are they asking me? I’m just a student like them.” Yet, in those moments of doubt, I remind myself of one crucial fact: they trust me. They wouldn’t seek my help if they didn’t believe in my ability to support them.
It’s true, some days can feel all-consuming. There are moments when the emotional toll is heavy, but I’ve learned the art of resilience. I lean into the discomfort, knowing that my peers are leaning on me. The relentless cascade of calls and messages—even during a family vacation—can be exhausting. Still, I have come to relish the joy of easing their burdens, even if just for a moment.
My commitment to my classmates means responding to messages the midnight oil burns. “Hi, Pres, can I ask a question?” Even when I’m battling my own breakdown, I pause, wipe my tears, and reach out. It’s in these small, selfless acts that I’ve discovered what leadership truly means—a blend of responsibility, sacrifice, and profound connection to others.
Perhaps what I’d like to emphasize is this: I genuinely care for the entire class. I refuse to prioritize myself or my closest friends, sharing information openly and treating everyone fairly. I may be just another student among them, but I deeply value their trust. My mission is to guide us all, hand in hand, through the exhilarating journey of college life.
In embracing this role, I have not only discovered who I am but also the strength and resilience that lie within all of us. My journey has taught me that leading is not merely about authority; it’s about serving, supporting, and nurturing a sense of community that uplifts us all. Together, we can navigate the challenges of college life and emerge stronger, united by our shared experiences and unwavering trust in one another.