So I thought I would get to the polls early, maybe be very close to the front of the line today… As I got to my polling place at 5:45… I realized I was 35th in line. By the time the polls opened and our line shifted a little, there were 60 people, and by the time I left, there were at least another 60 waiting to be let it.
It took me 1 hour from the time I got in line to the time I left the polls. But I took the time today, and I went out of my way to Vote.
The only bad thing about my voting experience is that the woman running the paper ballots was not trained well. You the voter are supposed to feed the ballot. Because the ballots can be read the privacy shield is supposed to stay over your ballot as it is fed into the machine. Neither of these things were happening, and while I’m not ashamed of my votes, it still is pretty unsettling that I saw her eyes take note of my presidential vote. And I know it’s small, but I feel something has been taken away from me. My ballot is, no longer my own secret that no one else knows, that is lost…
Still, it was an amazing morning in spite of this.
One final thought, I doubt all the people in line with me today agree with me on who the next president should be. One thing is certain, I feel very lucky to have been able to vote in this election because regardless of how this swings, it means history.
First African American president, oldest first term president, first woman VP.
I know who I voted for (and so does that election judge). Still… I find myself in awe at the fact that I was lucky enough to be a part of this, lucky to be old enough. And I’m happy to say…
I voted in this inspireing, historical election.
I voted for history.
