Statutes and Stilettos: Election fever
I voted in my very first general election earlier this evening and I am feeling pretty smug about it. Being a student has exposed me to many young people who are incredibly passionate about politics (some inspiring, some annoying) and so I decided, with only a moderate nudge from my mother, to get my nose out of my wardrobe and into a polling station.
Upon marching into the polling station I expected to find a hub of activity and a long line of keen voters surrounded by colourful posters and rosettes (and possibly a greeter congratulating me for exercising my right to vote).I instead found a dimly lit ex-school room that was completely empty.
Surely I’m not the only conscientious one out there…
You’re not the only one, I voted too! And with all the reports of people being turned away because they ran out of time or ran out of ballot papers – there are a lot of other conscientious people out there.
My polling station was pretty empty when I went there though – not completely empty, but much like it’s been every other time I’ve voted.
Still can’t believe I’ve voted in my 2nd General Election. SECOND. Next time I’ll be like… 30. o.m.g.