Every year that I was a teenager, we had a grammatically and geographically challenged fool in the White House.
Now I'm twenty, and I believe in change.
I am so happy: happy to feel even an ounce of patriotism, happy that I can be, at long last, cautiously optimistic about our place in the world, and happy that the day went off without a hitch. All day long, people have been grinning at each other in the street (strange in New Jersey), and when I went to give my tour this afternoon everyone was so pumped that the 25 degree weather didn't bother anyone. At the public library, they were showing CNN on all their monitors, so as I browsed for a book to read in the train I could listen to the dulcet tones of Wolf Blitzer doing post-game coverage, so to speak. So, huzzah!

In other news, I am almost done with finals/papers/take-homes-from-hell. Tomorrow I have my Gender Studies final, and then on Friday morning I get to join Dad in New York for what promises to be a weekend of awesomeness.