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  • Essay / Personal Narrative Essay - 1678

    I had just arrived at my seat at the back of the room. I hated sitting in the back because my eyesight was bad to say the least, but Mr. Lungsford had us sorted alphabetically. He said it made the role easier. He opened the class with a video. In the video there was a man, he looked about 40 years old, he was dressed in khaki suit pants and a white button down shirt that he had tucked into his pants. He looked uncomfortable, like he'd rather be somewhere else. He was being interviewed and the interviewer asked him questions that made him even more uncomfortable to the point that he left. Mr Lungsford then turned off the television and took her into the back room. As he came back to us, he asked what we would have done in this situation. In an uncomfortable place, he is asked questions without a correct and definitive answer. A girl sitting two spaces away from me said she would change the subject and talk about it. Mr. Lungsford told him that, even though it sounded good. It would only hurt yourself. He went on to explain that this is what politicians do every day. They are asked questions about important issues and expected to give honest feedback that appeals to people or their personal political views. It's not about being right or wrong, it's about being honest and hoping that the public can truly trust you as a leader. He then continued to lecture us while occasionally answering our questions. Before we could finish the class discussion, the bell rang and sent us back for lunch and we all naturally rushed out..