First, thank friggin' goodness. Congrats President Obama. May we begin the road to the America we deserve! I would also like to mention that McCain's speech was quite gracious even if his audience was not. A friend just said he was way more sincere in defeat than he was in debate.
Well, everyone, it has happened. I have turned my daughter into a blogger! All day long my 19-year-old college sophomore has been calling and IMing me about the election. I convinced her to document the day in images. Out she went with her camera, snapping away 50 pics in no time.
Then she went to the polls. She called in a rage about the absurdity of the process so I asked her to write about it. Here goes:
I entered an almost empty polling room at 4:45 pm at the Madison Area Technical College in Madison, Wisconsin.
I walked up to the sign in table where I was asked my name and address. Without presenting any identification, I was crossed off a list and presented a small sheet of paper with my voting number.
I was then directed towards another table where I traded my number for a large piece of white paper inside of a blue folded sheet of paper along with a thick black marker. There were two tables set up next to each other on the opposite side of the room, one with chairs set up in front of it and the other tall enough to stand in front of.
On the tables were plastic and cardboard dividers separating the tables into smaller, “more private” sections. I approached the dividers and I separated myself from one of my friends, leaving one cubicle in between the two of us. I removed the white sheet of paper and read the directions on top that explained how to vote. Each candidate and referendum had a broken line to the right of them and in order for a vote to be registered, the line had to be connected.
Although we were separated, my friend and I were able to talk throughout the entire process and she was even able to ask me what to write for each referendum. There was no one regulating the conversation between the two of us. If there had been a person in the cubicle next to me, I could have easily looked over to see how they were voting.
After the cubicles, I placed the ballot into a machine where a poll regulator was standing watching me do so. With one glance he was capable of seeing how I voted.
So basically, I voted for the president of the United States by connecting the dots without any privacy.
I’ve participated in High School Student Council votes that were more official than this.
And there you have it. Out of the mouths of babes (sort of). Perhaps some voting reform is in order.