Alison Clement

observations from a novelist who sometimes wants to say something small and see it published immediately

>Bill gives a speech at our school

Clinton was late. We stood waiting for him in the school gym for over two hours, and then he showed up and decided to give his speech outside instead. We had been in the front, adults and kids, hot and crowded, waiting all that time. The custodian had spent the day scrubbing the gym. It was decorated with signs the kids made and, of course, set up with a podium and flag draped curtains and the whole nine yards. Clinton decided to be spontaneous and ditched it. Meanwhile the disabled people who had been seated carefully, close to the stage, were thrown in with the rest of the crowd, hobbling, some of them confused and frightened. It was very chaotic. It was just like everything that happens at my school, which seriously calls into question the feng shui of the place, if you ask me. I was too annoyed to be charmed by Bill. When I found myself joining the teenage heckler shouting OBAMA, I knew it was time for me to leave.

Categories: Obama, schools, work

2 replies

  1. >We were wondering if he was speaking a 2nd time or something… but he ditched the Plan A. What a dip.I was a little early but not for a ‘good seat.’Were you chanting OBAMA when Gelser asked who we’d all vote for?

  2. >No, it was when Bill was saying, Who’s going to give you health care? Who’s going to work for you and stuff like that. Usually I have better manners.

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