But little did they know, I had spent all my high school years serving them. I served them at 5am before the school runs. I served them during the nights I spent at school, working and tearing down events until 1 a.m. I served them during my sleepless nights and stressful days. I have served them in my countless hours of planning and volunteering. I have spent the last four years serving them as a student leader, trying to make their experience a little more tolerable. But that wasn't the point. It wasn't that I was superior to them on that stage, or that I wanted them to recognize all the hard work I had done for them or everything I had sacrificed for them. However, it was in that moment, when I looked into the eyes of my 541 classmates, that I realized how much they had done for me. I won't go to the extreme of saying that I loved every student, because, frankly, the majority of my student body weren't exactly my choice of people to surround myself with. But through my service with them, I had truly found myself. That’s what high school is for, right? Find myself. So I stood before them, with the feeling of being turned around, my