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Feeling Enfranchised
So, I voted today for the first time. I only registered a few weeks ago even though I could have done so anytime in the past three years. I don't know why, but registering has always seemed like it would be hard. Even if my guy doesn't win, I'm glad that all the excitement actually got young people (including myself) to make an attempt and likely the discovery of how pathetically easy everything is.
My school shut done for four days to encourage everyone to go home and vote; no one even assigned homework. So, I go back to my mom's house, gather the 19 year old, also registered little sister, and go on the road back to our hometown with snacks to eat and music playing. Half an hour on the thruway, two minutes in line, voted, waited while mom talked to old friends she hadn't seen since the little sister was a baby, hopped a train, and back to school. It was at once very exciting and kinda disappointing. I wanted more bustle or something. That said, I'll be right in front of the TV with my friends and my popcorn come 9 o'clock.
My school shut done for four days to encourage everyone to go home and vote; no one even assigned homework. So, I go back to my mom's house, gather the 19 year old, also registered little sister, and go on the road back to our hometown with snacks to eat and music playing. Half an hour on the thruway, two minutes in line, voted, waited while mom talked to old friends she hadn't seen since the little sister was a baby, hopped a train, and back to school. It was at once very exciting and kinda disappointing. I wanted more bustle or something. That said, I'll be right in front of the TV with my friends and my popcorn come 9 o'clock.
nauseated
stressed
