From the Editors’ Desk
I dread walking to Hallward at the moment. It is not necessarily the prospect of spending the morning cloistered like a solitary monk up in the silent section – the only place now where I can work for more than five minutes at a time without getting distracted – though that is a factor. No, it’s the sheer amounts of bright t-shirt wearing, sweet touting, slogan shouting, banner waving campaign teams that I cannot bring myself to face.
I understand that SU elections are important. The Exec deals with a huge amount of our money and ensures that student have an excellent variety of groups and clubs for students to better themselves through. They provide welfare and housing support and representation for a student voice at our University. Great as all it is, I always look towards the fortnight of campaigning each year with a mixture of fear and repulsion. Someday, I mutter to myself as I glare at the ground to avoid making eye contact with yet another bunch of overly-perky campaigners at nine in the morning, I’m going to take some of those sweets and shove it right up their…
It would be fine, if it were a deliberate ploy to interest people in candidates’ policies. Instead, most candidates campaigning around the University seem to want to bribe you with lollipops rather than tell you what they want to do. I’m twenty-four, not twelve. I don’t want your Haribo. And I’m certainly not going to vote for you because you’re blocking my way to the library.
I suppose it’s necessary for candidates to get themselves out and visible to an apathetic student audience, who often has little interest in which people influence what their student fees go on. But for those of us who read the manifestoes, went to the question times and genuinely want to vote for the best students to represent us, it can be a bit tiring. Maybe next time when you shout in my face in Portland, tell me about your policies instead of some lame slogan. Then I might actually vote for you.