For as long as I’ve been aware of politics, Obama has been my president. I had a “change” poster on my door before I even really understood what he was changing.
When I woke up this morning I experienced profound disappointment. The sensation had nothing to do with Donald Trump’s unexpected and momentous victory — I stayed up late enough last night to know the projected winner.
I usually like the rain. But walking out of my house Wednesday morning, the rain felt hostile. Like the tips of sharp knives and pitchforks and they kept hitting me.
So much has already been said across this campus and on our News Feeds, but once again we are only hearing from those who share our exact same opinions.
All my life growing up my older brothers taunted me with “well there has never been a woman president,” when I insisted women were just as intelligent or capable as them.