11. Vote. For something other than yourself.
I guess it doesn’t count that I voted that I’d rather play Heads-up-7up over 4 corners several times in elementary school. And it probably doesn’t count that I voted for myself for homecoming court (I lost with a total of 1 vote), or that I voted for myself to be “Most likely to make you laugh” for senior superlatives (again, I lost with a total vote of 1…I see a pattern here).
So the presidential elections were the November after I turned 18. I was a wide eyed student of a Southern Baptist College where most people are involved politically. With parents who encouraged me, I registered to vote.
I got my card in the mail, and Amanda and I drove down to the Swim Center on Hwy 81 where we stood in line for approximately 10 minutes waiting for our turn to determine the outcome of the world.
I guess for whatever reason, I thought that the ballot would have names with little squares that you could check to seal your vote in ink, but when I approached my stall, there was a computer. WHAT IN THE WORLD?! A computer!? So this pen isn’t necessary is it? Man. And I brought my purple sparkly one, just in case it would get my vote some extra weight.
I then clicked whatever it is you are supposed to click to let the computer know that you are there and eager to give your opinion on how the country should be run.
Options.
There were so many options. I came with a purple sparkly pen expecting to make one mark next to the name of the future president of the United States, and I’m being faced with choices like Water Commissioner. A judge for the Supreme Court. Sheriff? I thought the sheriff was just a really good police officer…like the boss? like Andy. Whatever. I voted a straight ballot because to be honest, I had no idea that I’d have so many decisions to make.
I left feeling accomplished in a small way. I knew that my vote probably wouldn’t matter. We live in SC. One extra republican vote wasn’t going to seal the election…UNTIL…there were so many complications and recounts in Florida. I must have done a good job of punching my brads or whatever, because SC didn’t have a recount. At that moment, at that realization, I think I gave everyone (meaning myself) a high five.
I voted.
I punched brad right where it hurt.
I made a decision for America.
I won!!!!