Prickles of excitement slithered from Sruli’s shoulders all the way down to his toes. This was the year he had been waiting for! In Mr. Matzbia’s class real elections were held for class president. Ever since watching his older brother in that role a few years ago Sruli had dreamed of stepping into that job when his turn came around. Would his classmates call him “Mr. President”? The possibilities for making changes were so very exciting! He could hardly wait to share his ideas with his friends.