Dear Fellow Participants of the Democratic Process,
Yes! Just got done acing another African cultures test, this time on religion and art. I’m on a roll it seems. OK, had to get that out of my system-just spent an hour and a half writing at a feverish pace…
Today marked my first direct involvement with the United States government with regards to electing the future leader of the free world. I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:30am and for some reason all of my misgivings and pragmatic thoughts about the futility of my vote here in the Lone Star state were replaced with a genuine feeling of excitement. Well, I use the term “excitement” loosely-I was as excited as any college student can be at that ungodly hour of the morning. The morning was a cold and grey one that has ushered in the coldest temperatures we’ve seen thus far. All in all, perfect voting weather. I made way down River Road to my respective polling place in a sort of waking stupor, arriving about ten minutes early at which point I got in line. I was lucky number five.
After a brief, solemn wait I made my way inside and presented my registration card. The man in front of me, a janitor I presume, said to the lady behind the desk, “It’s cold outside. But it’s gooood.” He said that last word with a sense of conviction that was perhaps from a feeling of confidence he had about his vote, and it was carrying over. The voting machine was a bit troublesome (once again, the sleepiness was impairing me) but after working it out I voted for old W. Now we just have to wait until the wee hours of the morning to find a resolution, and by wee hours I mean early February.
All in all, it was a good experience and I unexpectedly did feel a sense of unity with the idea that I’m making a difference, although logistically I suppose it matters very little in this Southern locale. Maybe it was listening to Sean Hannity’s rousing speech last night calling for the silent armies to unite. They say it will be a record voter turn out, which is of course good for the pursuit of democracy but bad for Republicans, historically speaking. It seems there is a positive correlation between overall turn out and Democratic votes in the popular election. So let’s give it a few months and see.
As I previously stated, Old Man Winter has rested his tired bones on the city of San Marcos. I absolutely love it, although I’m not sure my fellow river loving buddies do as well. Dan has capriciously agreed to a temporary trade with me concerning our jackets. In exchange for my pea coat he will give me a vintage red leather jacket with a wool collar. Needless to say, I think he’s getting the shorter end of the stick.
It turns out my grades are rapidly improving. I’ve been quiet apprehensive about how my professors would react to my inefficiency in our curriculum, but my philosophy teacher granted me an anomalous A on my midterm for a paper I would consider mediocre at best. I still think that he either had his child grade it or was under the influence of some magical elixir that turns pseudo intellectual rambling into philosophical gold. (That was pretty funny I have to say. Kudos to me. Send your congratulations and checks to 1975 Aquare… never mind) Modesty is a lost art I tell you. Just kidding.
But hopefully my philosophical confidant Dr. Retier will be emulous. Of course, if I apply one of the subjects of my paper (determinism as it applies to freewill) then the grading of my paper couldn’t have happened any other way. So there.
Well, I must return to the rigors of academia which for the next hour requires, well, watching a movie in Culture through Films class. So…
Until next time, I remain,
MW RICE (the voter!)
Quote of the Day:
“The most lies are told after the hunt, before sex, and during elections.”
-Don’t know who said it, some guy on CSPAN Book TV, my FAVORITE show to watch. I’m a loser, I know.
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