My son is discovering politics…
Last term it was the student council. First off was working out his ‘platform’. He was loathe to promise something that sounded good but couldn’t be delivered. Not a usual tactic…
Then, there was the vote bartering. There were a few boys standing and they all worked out who they would vote for – although post match reports indicated there wasn’t a lot of follow through… That sounded more like the common understanding of politics!
However, they hadn’t factored in maths – only one girl in the class threw her hat in the ring. So all the girls voted for her. The boys’ votes were distributed amongst a larger number so the girls won the day!
This term, it has been the house captains. My son came to me, instead of dad, to prep his speech. We kept it short and sweet, focused on his strengths (getting people involved and accurate counting apparently).
Unfortunately, the change of tactics didn’t pay off either.
Then his sister waltzed in last week to announce she is now the “Class Ambassador for the Rights of the Child ”.
Due to a failure in the democratic process, no speeches or votes were needed.
It goes without saying that he was very happy for his sister…
Tough Mother 