Open Door Policy
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 8:47 pm
((Faith C. Marshal-Mackenzie continued from By The Pricking Of My Thumbs))
Faith was nervous on multiple levels as she watched the frosted glass on the door to the little room staff had let her use as hosting space for her little Vice-Presidential project. There were so many outcomes that would be bad here, and she was running through them in her head. What if someone turned up and decided to make a huge scene about something? That’d lose her the respect of the staff, and probably her use of the room. What if someone like Ivy turned up and tried to pressure her to do things for her as VP? That’d be a hard one to get out of for sure. But, worst of all, the option which sat in her gut like a 10 pound bowling ball was the fear that no-one would turn up to talk to her at all, and this whole thing would have turned out to be an optimistic folly. She could see it too, in the way people like Juliette or Connor acted now that the elections were over, dropping the topic entirely unless they wished to heap some scorn on Lucas or mock Nathan. They barely seemed to act like it existed outside of that, as though they'd never cared about the politics and the election in the first place.
She wondered if people said the same type of things that were said about Nathan about her. Not that she was retarded of course, that much was obvious, but people simply didn’t think he was up to the task. She knew some of them didn’t think she’d do the job well, she’d said as much in her speech, but somehow now that meant something worse to her now. For some reason that mattered, because she’d taken on the responsibility of representing them and making sure the school treated them right.
She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, leaning back in the thinly padded chair until it rested on its back two legs, holding it at the point just before it tipped over with her legs.
Fuck those pricks, she’d prove them wrong.
That was what this whole “Open Door Policy” had been about anyway. Making sure she hung around an extra hour on a Wednesday in this room, and letting people know that they could come and talk about student issues with her, no matter who they were. She would show that she was just as capable as anyone who’d been a VP before, and with Nathan being well… Nathan, she needed all the help from her peers that she could get.
Nathan was a nice enough person, and bless his heart he tried his hardest, but there was only so much he could really do. She got the distinct feeling that none of the adults nor students really took him seriously, so it was up to her to make sure the good ideas got pushed through. She was trying her best to work with him rather than around him though, he deserved a shot as much as she did, but she couldn’t help but feel that she was the one who was going to be getting more done.
The front of the chair clattered down with a muffled pair of thuds as the metal feet of it impacted the carpet, and Faith did her best to look professional as a knock came from the door. She paused for a few moments, taking a pair of deep breaths to compose herself before greeting the person who’d allayed the worst of her fears with a polite “Come in!” and a smile that was more genuine than it had any right to be.
Faith was nervous on multiple levels as she watched the frosted glass on the door to the little room staff had let her use as hosting space for her little Vice-Presidential project. There were so many outcomes that would be bad here, and she was running through them in her head. What if someone turned up and decided to make a huge scene about something? That’d lose her the respect of the staff, and probably her use of the room. What if someone like Ivy turned up and tried to pressure her to do things for her as VP? That’d be a hard one to get out of for sure. But, worst of all, the option which sat in her gut like a 10 pound bowling ball was the fear that no-one would turn up to talk to her at all, and this whole thing would have turned out to be an optimistic folly. She could see it too, in the way people like Juliette or Connor acted now that the elections were over, dropping the topic entirely unless they wished to heap some scorn on Lucas or mock Nathan. They barely seemed to act like it existed outside of that, as though they'd never cared about the politics and the election in the first place.
She wondered if people said the same type of things that were said about Nathan about her. Not that she was retarded of course, that much was obvious, but people simply didn’t think he was up to the task. She knew some of them didn’t think she’d do the job well, she’d said as much in her speech, but somehow now that meant something worse to her now. For some reason that mattered, because she’d taken on the responsibility of representing them and making sure the school treated them right.
She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, leaning back in the thinly padded chair until it rested on its back two legs, holding it at the point just before it tipped over with her legs.
Fuck those pricks, she’d prove them wrong.
That was what this whole “Open Door Policy” had been about anyway. Making sure she hung around an extra hour on a Wednesday in this room, and letting people know that they could come and talk about student issues with her, no matter who they were. She would show that she was just as capable as anyone who’d been a VP before, and with Nathan being well… Nathan, she needed all the help from her peers that she could get.
Nathan was a nice enough person, and bless his heart he tried his hardest, but there was only so much he could really do. She got the distinct feeling that none of the adults nor students really took him seriously, so it was up to her to make sure the good ideas got pushed through. She was trying her best to work with him rather than around him though, he deserved a shot as much as she did, but she couldn’t help but feel that she was the one who was going to be getting more done.
The front of the chair clattered down with a muffled pair of thuds as the metal feet of it impacted the carpet, and Faith did her best to look professional as a knock came from the door. She paused for a few moments, taking a pair of deep breaths to compose herself before greeting the person who’d allayed the worst of her fears with a polite “Come in!” and a smile that was more genuine than it had any right to be.