Abstain. Abstain. We don't need to vote anymore.
I was preparing to sleep in accounting class a few hours ago, not because it was a boring class, but because I was so tired of everything. Tired because of running 15 kilometers last sunday, tired from seeking explanations on why we went to a zoo for an agro-economic exposure trip yesterday, from listening to the nonsensical chatter that was like obtrusive elevator music and basically everything that I had encountered during that day.
But then a kid suddenly entered the room and asked (huh?) permission to present the candidates for the political positions in the economics society. As this kid was talking to the professor, I noticed sir Blanco, our prof, give a tired look of resignation and allowed the presentation of the candidates.
As the candidates were talking abstractly about what they would do if they were elected and spitting forth catchphrases and puns just to get the attention of the class, I noticed my personal philosopher, delacroix, covering her nose and mouth with a towel.
"Hmmm? Why are you covering your face with your towel?" I asked her.
He removed the towel for a while and looking lost in thought for a moment, she answered with a shrug "Ugh, I don't want to breathe the same air they breathe. You know I hate all politicians. Except for some people in front," referring to the candidates, "I think that they all would follow the same mold as the previous organization."
"And why is that?" I said, looking at her, aiming to have a conversation amidst the noise.
She frowned, because of a wave of laughter from the class. "I don't have hope that they would actually change the way things are run in this society." she said, gesturing madly. "I think they would rather aspire to be like someone else than to create a different one as deviation from the conventional would lead to loss of support from the people and then obscurity. That's what I can observe given the events I see these last few months with you in the economics society." she finished, heaving a huge sigh afterwards.
We looked at each other and smiled, sharing a secret annoyance and regret that only a few in our class harbored towards "them". As the candidates recapped their catchphrases and puns at the end of the presentation, meant to produce that often-used marketing strategy in politics - name-recall, I heard delacroix chanting, almost cursing, silently under her breath: "Depth and substance. Depth and substance. I can't hear it, I can't hear it! Ugh."
But then a kid suddenly entered the room and asked (huh?) permission to present the candidates for the political positions in the economics society. As this kid was talking to the professor, I noticed sir Blanco, our prof, give a tired look of resignation and allowed the presentation of the candidates.
As the candidates were talking abstractly about what they would do if they were elected and spitting forth catchphrases and puns just to get the attention of the class, I noticed my personal philosopher, delacroix, covering her nose and mouth with a towel.
"Hmmm? Why are you covering your face with your towel?" I asked her.
He removed the towel for a while and looking lost in thought for a moment, she answered with a shrug "Ugh, I don't want to breathe the same air they breathe. You know I hate all politicians. Except for some people in front," referring to the candidates, "I think that they all would follow the same mold as the previous organization."
"And why is that?" I said, looking at her, aiming to have a conversation amidst the noise.
She frowned, because of a wave of laughter from the class. "I don't have hope that they would actually change the way things are run in this society." she said, gesturing madly. "I think they would rather aspire to be like someone else than to create a different one as deviation from the conventional would lead to loss of support from the people and then obscurity. That's what I can observe given the events I see these last few months with you in the economics society." she finished, heaving a huge sigh afterwards.
We looked at each other and smiled, sharing a secret annoyance and regret that only a few in our class harbored towards "them". As the candidates recapped their catchphrases and puns at the end of the presentation, meant to produce that often-used marketing strategy in politics - name-recall, I heard delacroix chanting, almost cursing, silently under her breath: "Depth and substance. Depth and substance. I can't hear it, I can't hear it! Ugh."
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