My dreams (or possibly nightmares, I cant remember) were interrupted by a loud and repeating sound…my alarm clock. My alarm went off at 5:50 am. For a second, I wanted to hit the snooze button but I realized that wouldnt be to my benefit. Especially not on this very important day.
I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed my ID and walked quickly to the polls. There was a line already. Thankfully it wasnt long but I was surprised to see a line this early in the morning. People are really serious about voting today.
With ID in hand I waited anxiously to vote and give the election official my ID so I can get my ticket to vote. “What is your last name?”, he asked. I gave him my ID since I had a “long” last name. He looked but realized the other election official had the “N-S” book. I waited til she was done and gave her my ID.
She looked through the “O”s, my name wasnt there. Then she asked if I registered. I told her yes “before the deadline”. She looked again. Nothing. Then she asked the other official for the “Z” book. After ”Z”, there were a list of names for those where registered late. I rolled my eyes. I registered on time but its ok as long as my name was in a book, I was good.
After looking once, twice and three times the official didnt see my name in the book. I felt like I was at a club and the bouncer crossed the rope right in front of me and letting everyone else go by. I was shocked. “Are you sure I’m not in the book? Check under my FIRST name?” I was desperate. I wanted to see any part of my name in the book. I was tempted to give her my middle name, but I didnt. ”Nope sorry not in here. Dont worry, you can vote on the Provisional Ballot.” What?! I thought. I never even heard of a provisional ballot. Now I’m never going to get in the club.
She said your vote will be counted dont worry. She sat me at a table and pulled out a couple of sheets. She was confused by the instructions herself. She wasnt sure if she had to detach form here and what to put in the envelope. Eventually she figured it out.
As I sat there filling out the forms, I looked up and saw those “on the list” dancing in the club. Or in this case voting in a booth. While filling out the forms I looked up and I could have sworn one guy didnt want to make eye contact with me because he felt sorry for me. And I think another guy behind him shook his head out of pity.
These people walked to the booth with an air of arrogance. They thought they were so cool. I thought to myself those V-listers.
I sat there as if I was taking a written exam using a No. 2 pencil filling out forms. I circled in my vote and told the official I was done. She sealed the envelope and then I went on my way. I passed the crowd and looked back to see if anyone would share my same fate. Nope, I was the only one.
I just hope everything goes smoothly and my vote counts. This country is so ready for CHANGE.
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