The Protest, The Politicians and The Passing Vote

So the final vote has been cast. I was there. Well, I went, got kettled and then left, but the feeling of supporting the cause was there, although perhaps the idea of having to spend another couple of hours with a mass of violent protesters waiting for a vote that would have been made without me anyways, was perhaps too much to ask. In any case, I had a Life Drawing Class to host at my apartment that ill-fated Thursday. As the logo in the office of my Course Director's office says, "Don't Worry, All the Important Things Happen Without You Anyway."

So now the cut has been passed. My darling university, with all it's darling courses, and it's darling staff will face the guillotine. And although not everything will be beheaded, I am certain my one-to-one tutorials are likely to be a thing of ye sweet olde days. It is quite likely I will look back to my first year as an art college undergraduate and sigh a moan of saccharine wistfulness.

But, perhaps I think too far ahead, and there is yet hope...? After all, the government could always be overthrown. Is it not true that all governments with a developed educational institution fear students en mass? Let us look forward with a Marxist eye, and admire the revolutionary potential, and look for our own Engels in the midst of the crowd. Or perhaps on facebook, twit or a blog. Why bother going out onto the cold streets when you can support people from the privacy and comfort of your own home on a 21" screen. Why indeed.