Speech Night

I am running for junior class rep! Here is the speech I gave on Wednesday:

Hi friends! I’m Ana. You all have a lot of speeches to listen to tonight, so I am going to keep mine brief. That’s one of my goals for my time as junior class representative: to listen more and speak less.

As you all know, George Fox University isn't just a school or workplace where students go during the day to return safely home at night. For many students, George Fox is home. When we, the students, don't feel safe in our own home, we can't thrive. Over the past year, I have spoken to students who don’t feel safe here. There are members of our community who don’t feel safe in class, walking across campus, or even in their own dorm rooms. The university has a responsibility to address these issues.

Thankfully, the student body is here to hold the administration accountable. Over the past year, I have personally seen members of the safety subcommittee and the LGBTQ+ and Title IX subcommittees all strive to strengthen our community and keep students safe. As junior class rep, I will do the same. I will strive to create a healthy and holistic George Fox experience through compassion and active listening. When my peers have concerns, I will hear them out, and once I understand the needs of those around me to the best of my ability, I will act towards meeting those needs.

You may be wondering what kind of action class representatives can take to meet student needs. In order to change things, representatives usually need to bring student concerns to administration. As junior class rep, I will attend hard meetings and have hard conversations with administration. In those spaces, I promise to prioritize the needs of marginalized students. I will do my utmost to make the voices of the students heard so we can all get what we need to thrive together.

Thank you.

Voting closes at 5 pm on Saturday, March 14th. Any current sophomores can vote for me!

Comments

  1. UnknownMarch 13, 2020 at 8:05 PM

    Hey Ana,

    Great job on your speech. I was lucky enough to listen to your speech in person and, you executed it well.
    Objectively, you spoke more persuasively and clearer then your opponents.
    As I was watching your opponents and then you, I wondered how much more social network plays a role in deciding the victor of a small school. A tough race indeed.
    The best of luck to you and good job. I guess you can check "giving a speech in bauman" off of your bucket list.

    -Garin

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    1. Ana GoeringerMarch 14, 2020 at 9:42 AM

      Thank you for this thoughtful and encouraging comment! I'm so glad you could make it.
      One thing that nobody has clearly communicated is that there are two spots for class reps in each grade- so my "opponents" are actually the people I'm really excited to be working with next year. I'm guaranteed a spot.
      Thanks again! Stay healthy and enjoy some time off!

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