Word of the Day:
the art of government and diplomacy.
Ugh. Dictionary.com, why must you give me such un-writeable words‽
Despite many adults’ ideas to the contrary, Sara knew that 3rd grade class president was an honor and—most importantly—a Real Job, which she had wanted since Kindergarten. Given, this was not a Real Job that would pay her enough to go to Disney World (or anywhere, for that matter, since it didn’t pay at all), but the prestige was all that really mattered.
Additionally, this Real Job meant Real Responsibility, and Sara wasn’t messing around with the fine art of statecraft. Already, she had learned the first rule of every politician: Make pretty promises, and then promptly forget about them.
“And finally!” she announced triumphantly. “I promithe to give everyone ithe cream at lunchtime and make the Tooth Fairy pay uth more when we lothe teeth if you vote for me!”
The third grade class screamed. The golden rule of statecraft had come through yet again: Sara was about to be president.