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It didn't take long for everyone else to eventually arrive. No one seemed to looked pleased at all. Jordan didn't mind the assembly usually, it was a good time to scan his eyes around the room and take in everyone's faces. The juniors were of particular interest. He had lost last year's seniors which had quite a few good informants in it and he needed blabber mouths who could give him the low down on everything. Just by looking around he could see a few people who were suitable candidates, but he could also see most of his yearmates. Those were the more trickier ones. Several of them knew the games he played, and knew to stay far away. Others however, they were far easier to manipulate. 

To start with Jordan phased out of the assembly, not really paying attention to what was being said. It was the normal nonsense. However it was at that point when Henderson bought up the reduction in arts funding.

[i]It was like he had been slapped with a stale fish[/i].

Suddenly Jordan was offended. Fully offended. How dare this old man try and attack everything that he held dear? Jordan decided to go on the attack himself, pulling his phone out he opened his weapon of war: Twitter.

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After posting the tweets he felt somewhat better. The rage inside him had been quenched and he was now sedated for the time being. Though he was sure he would end up getting angry about it later. The assembly would finally come to a close and people began to leave. Jordan waited for a second, glaring daggers towards the stage as the room emptied. Once it was quiet Jordan would rise himself and leave, heading to his first class; which ironically turned out to be drama.