Hello, Forty Four.

I stood in line inside a musty elementary school library behind a middle-aged white lady, who gracefully walked towards the desks full of volunteer workers and piles of ballots and address books. She proudly wore a denim button-up that displayed a "bedazzled" American flag that almost looked homemade. I somewhat giggled to myself out of excitement as she turned around while her weathered face grew a questioning look.
She must have voted several times throughout her life, marking her difference and inking her votes, a voting veteran.

This was my very first time. A voting virgin.
It was something very new and something so monumental.

I marked my ballot and left the little library walking a little bit taller.
I felt exceptionally privileged to be a part of history.



It was a given that Senator Barack Obama was going to be elected for the presidency.
He is a very intelligent man who is thriving to change the United States, something we definitely need.
I am exhilarated yet anxious for the change that is to come for our country.

Did I vote for Obama? Nope.
But in no way shape or form am I disappointed.
McCain ran a very strong campaign but was defeated, and the right man won.
I respect our new President.

Goodbye, Bush.