"How much longer will we allow them to trample on our dignity?!"
My voice is loud—louder than it has ever been before—as I address the students before me.
Displaying genuine rage on my face, I raise my fist and stare at the audience with a resolute disposition. My lips quiver and my body trembles from overwhelming energy, as I can no longer be silent about the sickening actions of our Academy.
This isn't me being performative.
I am fond of using theatrics to rile up the students, and this time is no exception. But… things are a little different now.
Truly… I am very pissed off at the moment.
'I am so angry!' Gritting my teeth, I control myself and simply display the qualities befitting a leader. I refuse to let these people lay eyes on the undignified version of myself.
