So today's the day: the day the first black president got sworn in.
(Of course technically he's only half black, but DETAILS.)
I'd hate to know what kind of pessimistic hole the republican states were, but down here, in the good old super-scary-democratic Massachusetts, everyone was in an undefeated mood.
It was weird to see most of our school crammed into the crumbling auditorium.
There were people in the seats, there were people standing in the aisles, there were people sitting on the stage even.
All to watch this shitty quality broadcast flickering on the projector.
And when I say shitty, I mean shaky camera bootleg shitty.
It kept turning off and and the colors were weird and it was just full of static.
We might as well have been swearing in our first orange president.
But despite that, everyone was watching with full attention at that stupid flickering screen.
They all laughed and cheered at the same time, flinched when Obama messed up during his oath, and yelled snarky comments about Aretha Franklin's bow.
(Which was huge.)
The music and the speech kind of made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Was this history, in the moldy old seat with the gum stuck on the bottom, in a room overflowing with students?
Some years from now, will I be telling my grandchildren about that same auditorium and the fact that I had tripped once on my way in and three times on my way out?
If this was history.... it was weird.
The whole school buzzed with genuine excitement in the hours following, and everyone around me was a blur of Obama t-shirts.
Everyone seemed happy to be there, which was rare.
I did absolutely nothing at school today.
I sort of walked around in a bit of a daze.
It was all very... bizarre.
Me: Wow, that was really cool. I feel kind of inspired.
Sophie: Yeah I know. I walked up the middle staircase today.
Me: ...Wow.
Sophie: I think that's why Obama stumbled when he was taking the oath.
Me: ...
Sophie: I'm sorry America.
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