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I'm not a political person. In truth, I hate politics. Everything about politics. Everyone just always seems so crooked in my opinion. Everyone is so ruthless. And all my memories of Mr. Davey and Mr. Abe's high school government classes have left me sputtering over the whole electoral college and whether my tiny, insignificant voice matters at all.
I still exercise my right to vote. Not because I feel my vote matters in the grand scheme of things, but because I've always been moved by the stories of the National Woman Suffrage Association, and all the hard work put forth by strong women like Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, resulting in the 19th Amendment in 1920, giving women the right to vote.
This is my third election since I turned 18 and registered. I've voted each time. Will has been sitting back, anxiously waiting for months, annoyed that he can't do anything to contribute his voice, since he is a British citizen. He, unlike me, loves everything about politics, has watched every single debate, watched political documentary after political documentary, and has read candidate biographies, wanting to know everything about everyone.
Even the girls know who the candidates are, and Gracie is equally excited today, though she confuses the word "president" with "present" so her excitement is a little different than ours.
Fingers crossed that this day ends with us having a wonderful, intelligent leader, a good example for Americans across the country. I've done my voting, got my 'I VOTED' sticker, and now I'm just sitting back and waiting. I do have say that this has been the first year that I've actually had butterflies in my stomach come Election Day. I'm pretty nervous, as I wait for the outcome of this election.
May the best leader win!