I spent my entire life striving to be the first female president. I was the type of student who woke up, threw on glasses, tossed my hair into a ponytail and biked to class. Each day looked exactly the same; I had a boring life but I appreciated it with all of its torture.  It was what made me who I was. This helped influence me to be a leader because I knew that if anybody was capable of a task, it was me. The majority of my competition at Stanford College, while studying politics,  were males with a very similar path, but I didn’t let my gender define who I was. Honestly, to put my level of dedication into words would be impossible.

I can remember during those years, writing things in my journal about people who had never believed in me. Those thoughts were a big part of who I had become. It was those words that helped me prove that people were wrong about my potential. I loved proving people wrong. I have learned throughout all my years of growing up, that each person has their own beliefs and I have to respect them for that, even when I don’t agree. Oddly enough, the people in biggest denial of my potential were my parents. The “typical” parents would’ve been completely supportive; however, mine didn’t encourage things they didn’t find possible. They constantly reminded me, “There will never be a female president, women are not capable Grace!” In my opinion, women were more capable than ever but I tended to keep that inside. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, they couldn’t have been more wrong.
Years later, after countless speeches, meetings, and public exposure the day was finally here. Although I had learned to be a very confident public speaker, I was more nervous today then I had been any other time in my life. It was finally time to see if all my hardwork and dedication was worth it. My mind circled around the thought that the entire country was staring at their pixelated television screen back at home, including my parents. To be a female president meant the world to me, and better yet I would be the first one in the history of the country. Each second stretched to the length of what felt like an hour. Suddenly, within a matter of seconds it was all over with. All I heard was my name. Grace Mitchell.  President Mitchell.  I had to keep all of my thoughts of excitement in my head when all I wanted to do was jump up and down a thousand times. It just felt like another dream but it wasn’t, it was finally real. I walked up to the stage and gave my first speech as an actual president. I took a deep breath knowing that everything I had worked for wasn’t for nothing. As for the people who doubted me, they weren’t aware of what myself or any other woman was capable of.