Growing up I was always excited about the prospect of voting. Debates, primaries, election coverage, etc. were always on at my home when it came to major elections, so I always understood it as something important. Plus, I was maddeningly curious about what the hell it looked like behind that curtain covering the booth.
As I grew older and actually learned about the significance of voting in school, my excitement only heightened. I was heartbroken as a high school senior when George Bush was elected to a second term. I argued with the person I was dating at the time about his decision not to vote. He was a couple of years older and going to school in Georgia. He argued that in such a predominantly Republican state it wouldn’t matter whether he voted. I countered that if he and people who thought like him all actually went out and voted anyway, it could possibly make a difference. He wasn’t moved by my earnest plea.