my american privilege

I have never been much for politics. Splitting the country into two halves just because of a label is not an entertaining idea for me. I should have done more research on both halves, but I didn't. Of course, I watched some of the debates and heard the twelve thousand political commercials. However, I am not here to talk about who I chose or how I feel on the outcome, but rather the privilege I felt going to vote for the first time.

Walking up to the precinct, I had this unfound pride about me. I did not know I would feel it (especially since I didn't even know if I would vote in the first place) but I felt like my vote could make a difference. My vote could decide what these next four years are like. I am not sure if we all think about what time goes in to four years. These last four years of my life, so much has happened. I graduated high school, went to college, moved back home, etc. Life goes on. The world still spins. And while the world was still spinning yesterday, I felt like this accomplishment in my life, voting for the first time, made the world stop, if only for a minute. I cast my vote and left, knowing that whatever happened, God had his hand on it. He still does, and he will for these next four years.

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new found american

 

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So you know the whole "Olympics" thing going on right now? If you don't, well then planet earth must not be your home. Anyways, I am not big into sports. Like really, no sports at all will keep my attention to watch for longer than five minutes. Jared likes to call me "un-American" because I don't want to watch the Olympics for six hours in a row, or football for that matter. GASP. I mean, there is only so many times you can watch runners that look like hungry African children run around in a circle. But the past couple of nights, for the first time, the Olympics have caught my attention thanks to women's gymnastics and beach volleyball. These women have ahh-mazing talent. And they make me wish I was in shape and flexible. But even when I did gymnastics, I was a bit too heavy and a bit too inflexible. So again, sports were really never my thing. But today my friends, I can finally call myself a true American for wanting to watch the Olympics for a longer period of time than to see male gymnasts. Now that, my friend, is a true talent. Anyone that can get their arms to be the size of their legs is a winner in my book.   Would anyone else consider themselves un-American when it comes to sports? Or am I the only one?