election day
I drove home to vote and surprised my mother by taking her out to dinner for election day. My grandmother was equally surprised at my appearance at the polls. She works them every voting session.
Mom and i went to the ale house where we proceeded to take gulps of beer with every state Obama won. i don't like beer and the rumor that the more beer you drink the better it tastes was a distant myth to me. though i couldn't complain. mom was a teenager tonight, a complete friend. all barriers were gone, as they have been since i moved to college. we were best friends, and even dared to wear our matching pea coats to the alehouse.
we strolled to the store where we bought ice cream bars and snuggled up on the couch with Maggie to watch the rest of the election coverage. mom flipped back and forth from the Daily show to the coverage and in the middle of a sketch, Stewart said that obama won.
I didn't know if he was serious and for a moment my heart stopped. quickly flipping back to the real coverage, stewart was supported by all the happily weeping people in the crowds. flags waved and chanting broke out. "yes we did. yes we did."
with Maggie snoring atrociously by my side, i heard mcCain give a wonderfully sweet speech in support of the victor. i wanted to cry but my newly purchased contacts were sucking up all moisture in my eyes. palin looked as though she were about to, though, which i thought was a bit humorous. poor woman, probably thought she would soon be president.
though i didn't agree with much of what mcCain supported, he is truly a kind soul and his speech was perfectly eloquent and you could tell he meant what he said, despite his loss. A true sport, that man.
as obama stepped out onto the platform a while later, i was suddenly afraid that he would be killed by protesters. i don't want such an amazing man to loose his life before progress can be made and peace restored. i fear that his legacy will be short lived. perhaps this is from my encounters in Italy where people give no hesitation in saying that will be his fate. but i hope to high heaven that they are wrong and that just because he is a different color does not mean he will perish in the hands of bigots and snakes.
i am home tonight, enjoying the peace that comes with being in a safe, quiet neighborhood, enclosed by my deep blue walls. my posters smile at me and my bed is familiar and warm. i have no hesitation in saying that i will sleep well tonight and despite an unfavorable morning of school mishaps, this has been a memorable and almost perfect day.
Mom and i went to the ale house where we proceeded to take gulps of beer with every state Obama won. i don't like beer and the rumor that the more beer you drink the better it tastes was a distant myth to me. though i couldn't complain. mom was a teenager tonight, a complete friend. all barriers were gone, as they have been since i moved to college. we were best friends, and even dared to wear our matching pea coats to the alehouse.
we strolled to the store where we bought ice cream bars and snuggled up on the couch with Maggie to watch the rest of the election coverage. mom flipped back and forth from the Daily show to the coverage and in the middle of a sketch, Stewart said that obama won.
I didn't know if he was serious and for a moment my heart stopped. quickly flipping back to the real coverage, stewart was supported by all the happily weeping people in the crowds. flags waved and chanting broke out. "yes we did. yes we did."
with Maggie snoring atrociously by my side, i heard mcCain give a wonderfully sweet speech in support of the victor. i wanted to cry but my newly purchased contacts were sucking up all moisture in my eyes. palin looked as though she were about to, though, which i thought was a bit humorous. poor woman, probably thought she would soon be president.
though i didn't agree with much of what mcCain supported, he is truly a kind soul and his speech was perfectly eloquent and you could tell he meant what he said, despite his loss. A true sport, that man.
as obama stepped out onto the platform a while later, i was suddenly afraid that he would be killed by protesters. i don't want such an amazing man to loose his life before progress can be made and peace restored. i fear that his legacy will be short lived. perhaps this is from my encounters in Italy where people give no hesitation in saying that will be his fate. but i hope to high heaven that they are wrong and that just because he is a different color does not mean he will perish in the hands of bigots and snakes.
i am home tonight, enjoying the peace that comes with being in a safe, quiet neighborhood, enclosed by my deep blue walls. my posters smile at me and my bed is familiar and warm. i have no hesitation in saying that i will sleep well tonight and despite an unfavorable morning of school mishaps, this has been a memorable and almost perfect day.