When I realized I had made a mistake, it was too late. My whole world collapsed. I had never felt so much pain and sadness in my life as I did then. There was I, one of the most-liked guys on campus, powerful and making a difference, until my ego took over and destroyed everything.
A friend of mine said, “When a man looks into the abyss and nothing is staring back, that is when he finds his true character.” I was empty and emotionally bankrupt. I was at the bottom and had nowhere else to go but up. I began to rebuild. I apologized to a couple of die-hard supporters, who for whatever reason did not quit on me, and asked them to forgive me for all the wrongdoing I hadmitted. They accepted. I told them I was going to fight this recall election. I wasn’t just going to roll over and accept defeat.
The campus was in an uproar9. Every day the newspaper had an article or letter to the editor saying what a big jerk I was. So I went back out to the campus lawn and began explaining to the students that the allegations were true. I had let the power get to my head and abused my position. I promised that I had learned my lesson and that I was not done serving the students. I wanted to build a coffeehouse on the campus, only the second of its kind in the state. I wanted to build it near the fine arts area and have the theater department do one-act plays, the music department perform concerts and the speech departmen