My daughter proudly announced that she was running for President of the Student Council. I was so proud. With no second thought or worry, she told me how she would have to speak in front of the entire student body. She seemed oddly comfortable with this. She had already lined up marker wielding campaign staff who were gluing and glittering at mock speed to deliver campaign posters to the school for her support. Her campaign slogan was fitting of a Southern beauty queen and was obviously born out of years of experience in front of a microphone stating her contestant number and decree that she was ..."your Junior Miss, 2007" or 8, 9, 10, or 11. The slogan was pure political brilliance..... "Vote for me (insert perfect photo-shopped head shot) Luv ya!" Nothing more needed to be said. A beautiful girl professing her love for anyone willing to support her dream of being President. She mapped out what she would wear to deliver her speech, which side of