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Comment! It's your right!

Inspired by my friend Rebecca Tredway, who asked her blog readers to comment if they had voted, I ask my readers, all four of you, to tell me about your voting experience. Was the line long? Did you write something or push buttons on a computer screen? Did you feel powerful when you left the voting booth or was it a let down? Did you get a sticker that said 'I voted today' ? I did not get a sticker, and I was kind of annoyed. It was like when you were little and you went to the bank drive through and you just knew they were going to give you a sucker. But they didn't. In any event, I took advantage of my constitutional rights this weekend, and sticker or no sticker, I have to say I am a little more aware today of how great it is to live in a country where I get to say 'This is what I want.'
So. How did your exersize of constitutional rights go?

Comments (6)

I didn't wait in line at all. The voting thing was basically pushing buttons and green arrows would light up beside your choice. Then there was a big button that said "cast your vote". When I was done, I felt a little confused, and there was no one around to assure me that I had completed the process. And I didn't get a sticker either!!! Which really disappointed me!!! I was one of the only white people around, and even though I smiled and said good morning, I got a lot of blank stares. I wondered if they resented me because they thought I would vote Republican.

not much of a line here. i filled in a bunch of bubbles and the smoking ban for the city of Lincoln still passed! boo. AND i got 2 stickers. :)

Lindsay:

I voted on my lunch break and didn't have to wait in line. The demographic of people inside voting was more diverse than I thought, allbeit there were only three of us. A young black male was in front of me. Then there was me, a mid twenties white female. And behind me was a 50-60 year old white handicapped female. AND NO I DID NOT GET A STICKER! Was I supposed to? I did feel a little empowered when I left. I made a much more conscious effort in this election to flesh out the issues and make a truly informed decision, rather than relying on popular opinion around me or media coverage. So yeah, it felt good to put my two cents in. Oh and where I voted we had paper ballots in which we had to fill in the bubble with a number two pencil. I started having ACT flashbacks.

We got to the polls right before the midday crowd -- so no line at all (though there were 6-10 stacked up behind us when we left). No computers here, just a good ol' pencil filling in a bubble. I actually felt kind of stupid as I voted and got confused by some of the initiatives on the ballot. I fancied myself an informed voter and was proved otherwise on a few issues. I got a sticker. It was the first time I've ever seen my husband sport the sticker proudly.

Haley:

Yayy for all us voters. Dan and I stood in line for 45 minutes for early voting! Behind us, there was an elderly gentleman who was being brought in by his daughter in a wheelchair to vote. Everyone in the line sent him to the front and the polls workers got him in and out quickly. It was nice to see that there may be a few people with manners left in the world. In all the election mess, I was starting to wonder.
Also, everyone, please welcome my friend Lindsay, who lives in Mississippi, and is a first-time commenter on the blog! I've decided to start hosting the blog like it's a radio program. Call in for song requests!

Welcome, Lindsay... er, to Haley's blog! : )

A local hospital arranged voting for its employees and patients who couldn't get to the polls. Their HR folks requested all the necessary absentee ballots and delivered them back and forth. I thought that was pretty cool!

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