Sorry, I didn't post yesterday, BUT THERE WERE IMPORTANT THINGS TO TALK ABOUT TONIGHT.
So, today was quite an exciting day of school. I got my Eng Lang coursework back, which I was surprisingly pleased with. We decided to go in to Crosspool at lunch for a change. My psychology teacher brought in cake for us! All in all, a very good day.
Oh yeah, and Deputy PM Nick Clegg came in for a chat.
As you do.
I was oddly excited about seeing Nick Clegg. Odd because I see him constantly on the news and I doubted he was any different in real life. But also odd because I have very negative feelings towards the right honourable Clegg, as did almost everyone else there! But that just made it more fun. We can all hate him together <3
A good 250 of us squeezed in to the hall in anticipation. We reshuffled places a few times. Nosey teachers poured in. News reporters stood importantly at the front. Finally Cleggy did arrive, making a very anti-climatic entrance. He strolled in. We watched him silently. The teachers looked around nervously. Someone started clapping apprehensively. A few people copied. Me and Eleanor shared amused glances. Not the heroes welcome he had imagined from our fairly middle class school, methinks.
He started by rattling off an insignificant speech about how if we said anything bad about him, it was only because we didn't know what we were talking about. Let's face it, no one was listening to that bit. I was far too excited at the prospect of BROGAN asking him a question. Out spoken, highly opinionated BROGAN! Although Brogan did get his chance to speak, unfortunately it was over-shadowed by Josh Something's earlier question which received loud applause and a smirk from Mr Wright! This was the same question that seems to have been broadcast across the (regional) news, but it deserved it. And the cheers. And the smirk.
Meanwhile, Mr Clegg's answers left a lot to be desired. He was fairly predictable at times, using the expected, "They started it, it's THEIR FAULT" excuse. Never gets old. LOL jk, give it up, Cleggy. I was even prepared for the patronisation that we were addressed with, and the number of times that he had to repeat points to make it clear for us little kids, who obviously know nothing about politics. I wasn't, however, expecting his "chippy" tone. It was genuinely funny when he told a boy at the front to "DO THE MATHS" and everyone gasped in unison. Or when he kept on telling people off for not letting him answer (although I only ever heard one person interrupt him). But however much amusement this caused me, I couldn't help thinking that this probably wasn't the best way to address his constituents, you know, his future voters. Because, let's face it, he wouldn't shout back at a 60 year old woman if she asked him a question on banking. It's not nice. In fact, it's downright rude.
So, Mr Clegg, you may have answered your questions with an averagely impressing competence, but the answers don't even matter if you're going to be mean about it! >:| <-- Grumpy face.
Jasm x
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