Student Elections On My Campus

Okay, so recently student elections were held. I dread this time of the semester because people who never acknowledge your presence, let alone look at you, suddenly become your best friends. It's all too damn fake for me.
I get pissed off at the fact that they don't give a damn about me, or what my specific needs are, they just want some effin title to slap into their college file and use later as though they're the second coming of Clinton or some shit like that.
Politics are politics, no matter where it is. School campus officer wannabes are no different from the overpaid ball sacks that run our government right now. They hand out Hershey's kisses and nasty cookies from the day-old bakery and expect us to suddenly realize, mostly through a sudden sugar rush, that this person is qualified to represent me on campus.
Here's the juice on that; If you never talk to me, how in the hell can you represent me? If you don't know me, you don't know what my needs are. If I don't exist to you, walk the fuck past me and don't bother trying to induce me with your cheap, puke-colored campaign t-shirts and the last half-eaten M&M cookie huddled over in the corner of the soiled box. I'm out.