The other day I woke up in the middle of the afternoon to the sounds of children yelling and screaming, and I got a little concerned that some kind of disaster had struck. But then I realized that I live directly across the street from a public school. It’d been summer, so this mid-afternoon commotion had been on hiatus. But now it’s back. In full effect. Monday through Friday.
This afternoon I woke more around dinner time and rather than children screaming, there were sign-wielding democrats screaming! Primary day! The day when public schools everywhere are transformed into polling locations! Normally I only get out of bed to eat or relieve myself, but today I got out in an attempt to fulfill my civic duty. It was great. To feel like a citizen.
I threw on pants and a t-shirt and booked it out of my building. I didn’t bother to brush my teeth or my hair–there’s no superficiality in politics, just as there’s no crying in baseball.
Even in my disheveled state (pun intended, New York), the sign-wielders handed me a flyer and asked, “Are you going to vote?!” And I declared, “Yes!” And they exclaimed, “Good!” I really felt part of something, ya know?
Unfortunately, upon entering the public school, I remembered that I’m registered as an Independent, so I couldn’t vote in the primary at all. All the women behind the folding tables consoled me as I cried big, civically unfulfilled tears and they told me everything would be okay–I could come back in November. I threw a bit of tantrum. I said, “I hate the system!” They nodded sympathetically and recommended I move along.
I trudged back to my apartment building. I was really looking forward to wearing one of these: