Genuinely Giancarlo

This week, I ran to be a student body officer at Bingham High School for the 2016-2017 school year. I didn't make it. The thing is, I wanted to be an SBO more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life. And while that may sound overly dramatic, I mean it with every ounce of my being. I had the most intense desire to serve as an SBO next year, and there are so many reasons why. I can't quite articulate how much serving in student government would mean to me. And I don't mean to write this post in hopes of pity or sympathy, because that's not who I am. I just really really really enjoy serving my school. But now I have a dilemma. To understand, you'll need some context. When I was in the seventh grade, I ran to be an SBO. I can't tell you why. I was a twelve year-old kid with few friends and no experience or even a basic understanding of what I was doing. But I really wanted to do it, so I went for it. I took a leap of faith, and I hoped for the best...

A little less than a year ago, I was faced with a decision. My family had just moved into a new house, and I honestly and genuinely enjoyed the experience of moving to a different place (granted, we had moved less than five miles, but it was a change). Unfortunately, this move had taken me away from where I was going to school, at West Jordan High. Not far enough to force an immediate switch, but far enough to consider moving to the much closer enigma that was Bingham High School at the start of the next school year. I was in a tough position. I loved West Jordan. I loved seeing all my friends each day and I was intensely attached to the familiarity that I felt there. But West Jordan was more than twice as far away as Bingham, and I needed to make a choice. Should I stay at WJ for the rest of my high school career, or should I take a chance by switching to Bingham and dive headfirst into something brand new, hoping for the best? I am not ashamed to admit that for a period of several...