My name is Matthew, I am nineteen years old, and I met President Obama.
When Peggy, the California Political Director asked me to help with the President’s fundraiser luncheon in San Francisco, I could not believe it. Thoroughly excited, I pulled out my suit, ironed my favorite tie, and planned the quickest bus route to San Francisco’s W Hotel.
I met up with a few other volunteers at the W where we registered patrons alongside the hotel staff. After ushering in the final guests, we entered the darkened dining room to join the crowd.