On November 4th, 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.
