It is 2AM on October 30th and staying true to quantifying my life in terms of how close Election day is, it is 5 days away. I have sacrificed my bank accounts and standard of living by not working when I could have been and I have let my my grades suffer by working on this campaign since August. The thought that in 5 days it could all be a waste is a little frightening. I just cashed out my 401k to make it through and I’m stressed to say the least.
I decided to get back into school after 6 years and my performance this semester has been less than stellar. I hope I have time to pull it out of the gutter once the campaign is over. I hope.
I do this because it is a cause greater than myself and my hope for the future overpowers my concerns for my present. That is why I do this.
Well, I’ve decided to try a new layout here. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, so let me know what you think.
My life has become pretty hectic as of late and it’s taking all I have to keep up the pace. I have dropped two of my five courses this semester which I am less than pleased about. I didn’t have much choice because I just couldn’t put the effort, time and focus on them that I needed to. I will retake one of them next semester and the other one I am happy to let sail off into the sunset.
My work with Barack Obama’s campaign is keeping me busy when I am not in school. I am in shock that we are down to 12 days now. We have a countdown going on our wall in the field office with numbers about 2½ tall. We first got those numbers when we were in the 80’s, and to now almost be in the single digits is absolutely terrifying. I’m concerned, I’m nervous, but most of all I am excited. I am excited at the opportunity we have to make such tremendous and world-shaping change. I know my friends around the world are cheering us on and hoping that we make the right decisions on November 4th.
In other interesting and somewhat unnerving news, I am currently using Ancestry.com to try and figure out if my ancestors were ever slave owners. As I’ve been sitting through an early American History course hearing about the days of the slave trade I can’t help but wonder. I just need to know one way or the other. My Mother’s side of the family are sugar cane farmers. I grew up surrounded by sugar cane. My Grandfather, his brother, one of his sons, etc. were all sugar cane farmers. I don’t know how far back it goes, but I’m hoping to be able to rule it out fairly soon.