But they didn't know that I spent all my high school years in their service. I served them on those 5am before school shopping trips. I served them on the nights I spent at school working and breaking down events until 1am. I have served them on 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 meaning. It's not that I was superior to them while I stood on this stage, and that I wanted them to recognize all the hard work I had done for them or all I had sacrificed for them. However, it was at 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 to say that I was fond of every single student, because frankly most of my student body weren't exactly my choice of people to surround myself with. But thanks to their service, I had truly found myself. High school was just that, wasn't it? Find yourself. So I stood before them, feeling like my insides were turning, my