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Aug. 18th, 2010 03:56 pmClass this morning was wonderful. I looked around at how tired everyone was and decided that we needed lots of words, so we played with metaphor and simile and other ways of describing things. "I don't have a big vocabulary" one student said, and then, a half an hour later "It's much bigger than I thought." He's an artist, and hadn't thought of using his art-words in his writing. They complained when we ran out of time. This is always good.
Not so good is the amount of information I've received about candidates for Saturday's federal election. I finally found out who is standing in my area by checking the Electoral Commission's website. It's one thing to joke about not getting any letterbox dumps, but I have not had my hand shaken or seen a booth or received any information about local candidates. Except one, and that just said "Vote me." With sitting Senate members, I need to know what they've done (my sitting MP is retiring, so she's off the hook - but she was really good about that sort of thing) and with everyone else I need to know who they are, what they're like, what policies they support. I will still vote, but if I don't get more information then my annoyance will affect how I number those slips of paper on Saturday.
What I discovered today is that there are many Canberrans who are equally annoyed. I know of a bunch of people who have decided they'll vote for Lin Hatfield Dodds simply because she's the candidate who has stopped and talked to people and been seen around.
The closer we get to this election, the stranger it all is.
My order of events on Saturday will be teach, then meet and greet daleks, then vote. It will go from sane to slightly surreal to passing strange, all in the space of an hour.
Not so good is the amount of information I've received about candidates for Saturday's federal election. I finally found out who is standing in my area by checking the Electoral Commission's website. It's one thing to joke about not getting any letterbox dumps, but I have not had my hand shaken or seen a booth or received any information about local candidates. Except one, and that just said "Vote me." With sitting Senate members, I need to know what they've done (my sitting MP is retiring, so she's off the hook - but she was really good about that sort of thing) and with everyone else I need to know who they are, what they're like, what policies they support. I will still vote, but if I don't get more information then my annoyance will affect how I number those slips of paper on Saturday.
What I discovered today is that there are many Canberrans who are equally annoyed. I know of a bunch of people who have decided they'll vote for Lin Hatfield Dodds simply because she's the candidate who has stopped and talked to people and been seen around.
The closer we get to this election, the stranger it all is.
My order of events on Saturday will be teach, then meet and greet daleks, then vote. It will go from sane to slightly surreal to passing strange, all in the space of an hour.