My Voting Experience
October 2020 was my first time voting, and it was simultaneously empowering yet underwhelming.
The polls were set up at a church and it was a cool, fall Tuesday afternoon. I pulled up to the building and sat outside in a line with a few other people. Upon getting to the front desk the lady asked for my ID and congratulated me on voting for my first time. I got a little slip of paper with my name and a number on it and walked to another line, this time inside. After about 15 minutes of standing around it was finally my turn to vote. I handed another lady my slip of paper, and she returned it with a ballot and folder. I walked with my ballot and folder to the other side of the room and sat down in a little square cubical.
As I sat down all I could think of was how this felt like a test, it was almost boring reading the lists of names off the ballot. I made my final decisions, picked up my ballot and walked to the exit door. Right before I exited, I placed my ballot into a machine, it sucked it up, and I was handed a sticker. The experience felt like it was over as soon as it started, and although it felt anticlimactic, I was glad I had made the decision to use my vote.