Title: If I was the President of the United States…
Author: miss jasadin
Fandom: West Wing
Summary: Everyone is at school in the same class, about 10 years old. The teacher the class an essay to write: 'If I was the President of the United States…' What does each student write?
Pfft! What a stupid assignment! An essay - how original!
"If I was the President of the United States…"
I mean really, what's the point? Does she really believe that anyone in this class will ever get anywhere near the White House?
Just look at Donny Randal over there for goodness sake. He has a pencil shoved up his nose! And no, some bully didn't do it, he did it himself! Yet, Mrs Chapple still holds some great notion that this kid is bound for the Presidency some day. Yeah, whatever. All I can say is that I won't be voting for him, democrat or not!
Anyhow, I shouldn't even have to do this assignment. I already know what I'm going to be. A lawyer, just like my Dad. I will be feared by all others in my field.
Joshua Lyman – attorney extraordinaire.
It has been my dream to become a lawyer, for as long as I can remember. Mum says that when I was little I would follow Dad everywhere. Whenever he filled his briefcase with his legal documents I would fill my backpack with paper, then parade around the house proudly wearing it, in all of its pink and purple glory. I just bet that story manages to get out at my graduation…
God, this is so boring. I wonder what everyone else is doing?
Donna's writing furiously beside me. Maybe she's writing me a note? I'll just take a quick peek.
Typical. She's actually doing the assignment. Sometimes I can't believe that I'm best friends with such a goody-two-shoes.
It's not really a surprise though. She loves creative writing. It's her best subject. Along with math's, art, French, history… anyway, she's always coming up with all these fantastic stories that she'll tell us - whether we want to hear them or not.
Then there's Sam. I'll just see if I can catch his eye. No such luck. Just look at him thinking. I honestly think that one day his brain will explode with all the thinking his does. It's terrifying to even contemplate his thought process. He takes everything he does so seriously. He'd actually make a good President…
What would I do as President? I would be pretty cool to have that much power. Imagine. I'd have my own assistant, hell if I'm imagining, why not one hundred! One to fetch me coffee, one to tie my shoes, one to brush my teeth… Okay that's a bit much. I think I'll keep that task for myself.
Hey, what's happening? Why is everyone suddenly writing so fast?
Oh no. Time's running out. The teacher's actually begun collecting the papers! She didn't say anything about having to hand the essay in!
Damn it! I can only think of one line and there is NO way that I am writing that as my answer. Could I possibly be any more of a teen princess preparing for the Miss United States pageant! BLAH! World peace.
She's two desks away. Okay, time to seriously start panicking. Maybe I can get Donna to distract her… No such luck. Donna's trying to finish as well. What more could she possibly be writing? She's practically written a novel already!
Damn. This is going to have to do. Please, if there is a God, promise that you won't let anyone see my answer. Just to make sure, I won't write my name on the page.
There it's done.
Is it recess yet?
If I was President of the United States…
I would do everything in my power to make the world a better place for my loved ones, my family and friends to live in.