Politically Out of Place

On November 4^th, my roommates and I got up before sunrise.  We walked a block to our school library and were the second group to get in line.  We waited an hour until it was time.  An older lady performed a countdown, 3-2-1 “The polls are now open!” she said while she cried!  It was an amazing event to vote in my first presidential election.

 

The following weekend I met J at a local bar in Madison.  I was intrigued he was over 22 and hanging around the college scene.  It was refreshing to meet someone I knew I wouldn’t run into on my walk to class the following week or someone I wouldn’t continually be sitting next to in a class discussion.  Therefore, I went with it.

 

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Las Vegas

Halloween in Madison, Wisconsin is a scene. The first time I ever came to visit this school was the Halloween weekend and I was into it. Downtown was flooded with drunken college kids with cops on horses patrolling the streets. My seventeen-year-old eyes hadn’t seen such a sight and I thought to myself, this is college; this is craziness. I think my first Halloween in Wisconsin was the last time I had fun on such a productive holiday. It has become such an ordeal. The tickets to get into the bars and clubs have gotten ridiculously expensive and everyone downtown seems to be more drunk and more underage.

So I decided to take my own holiday, away from this holiday. Call this a contradiction, but I headed to Las Vegas. Yes, this place is crazy. Yes, this place has more drunken people than I could image in the small town of Madison. But this place is the city where my twin Sister, R, lives.

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