A look at the world through my eyes. Well, just part of the world.
If the last few weeks of election season have taught me anything, it’s that I am quite the absent-minded absentee voter.
I surprised my family and myself by applying for a ballot in the first place, but taking the next step and filling it out has proven more difficult than I expected. The awkwardly sized envelope sits atop my untidy desk every day as a reminder of my unfinished business.
My eyes routinely glaze over the ballot’s white and blue exterior, whose official appearance is not particularly eye-catching. The only exception to this is the swirly red design that reads “Official Election Mail” at the top with flamboyant stars scattered around it.
I suspect this colorful flare might be an attempt to grab the attention of disinterested citizens like myself. If so, I wish they thought to add a few inspirational quotes like “You decide your nation’s future” for additional motivation.
That was not a jab at GW’s new rebranding campaign.
When I began to think my apathy had gotten the best of me, I realized I was better off than I thought. I walked into my room a week or so ago just in time to hear my roommate call his mom and say, “Hi, can you tell me who to vote for?”
When I finally got up the courage to open my ballot, I immediately empathized with my roommate’s plea for help.
Normally I would do the same and dial my parents’ digits, but I find myself at a disadvantage in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. My family lost all cable and telephone service, and can only be reached during their thrice-daily trips to Target.
I was admittedly tempted to choose my candidates based on the sound of their names, but something tells me I’ll regret choosing senatorial candidate Robert Turkavage just because he has the nickname “Turk” listed in quotation marks.
Having resolved to conduct my own research into which candidates most align with my views, I recognize that this is a major step for me – considering I draw most of my political knowledge from Nas and Young Jeezy’s “My President is Black.”
Though I think I’m finally ready to seal the envelope and mail in my vote for the next Presidente, I seem to have reached one last roadblock. If Student Mail Services is closed on weekends, where am I supposed to buy a stamp?
