There was a time in my life in elementary school where in the fifth grade I was in charge of keeping the class in tact while the teacher was away, this was a struggle because deep down I knew I wasn’t an excellent student; in fact I loved not paying attention and joking around but this job made me decide between the two, I couldn’t say no the the teacher. I had to be the one to set an example meaning I couldn’t be biased, I couldn’t not tattle on those that spoke a lot even thought deep down I knew I was part of them. It was like choosing to be a kid and an adult and I hated it, I wanted to relax but then I’d look at the teacher and he’s tell me to do my job better and I sincerely hated it.