I pull my laptop onto the top of my bed, currently buried under all pieces of attire hued red and blue. I seized the opportunity to dress up for today. I was a bipartisan fashionista today with nods to both parties. Which is, surprisingly, exactly how I feel about voting. Partaaaaaay!
When I stood in line to vote, I couldn’t help the goofy grin from escaping. There, in the sea of black, brown, and green stood my neon blue skirt and red cardigan. There sandwiched between a bitter woman and a mother of many, I tried to maintain a stoic look behind my wayfarers. My smile betrayed me. I couldn’t conceal my excitement! The crying kids behind me didn’t even bother me as they usually would– there were future voters getting a taste of democracy!
“Please step to there,” was the direction I received.
“Please state your last name.”
“Please state your shoe size.”
8 1/2, like the movie.
“Please state the color of your left eye.”
After I passed the preliminary screening for competency, test in hand, my feet skipped to the uneven chair with dividers. Don’t cheat.
Like every good test taker, I scanned post sides of the ballot sheet. “Hmmm, multiple choice, true/false, and a reading portion,” I thought. Knowing the reading portion takes the longest, I went there first. Amend this. Pay for that. Those were easy. Next came true/false. I figured the easy answers were the solo bubble options. Lastly came the multiple choice. Having done my homework and study sessions, I knew these answers. Fulfilling my civic duty in under eight minutes? Wait… it wasn’t timed?
Walking up with my ballot to the proctors, they asked how I did. Confidently I smiled, “Aced it!” They took my ballot and fed it into the machine.
“You know, if you don’t score at least a B+, it will reject it…” the gentleman trailed off.
Laughter escaped my bright red lips.
“You passed!” he exclaimed.
He pressed a sticker into my palm and wished me a great day.
Civic duty. Aced it!
P.S. They didn’t really ask my shoe size or eye color… this time…
Did you vote today?!