After running into a cute guy working at the Travelex counter in Union Station who changed my 25.00 Euro for $27 and some change, I boarded the train to Gallery Place so I could make the brisk walk from there to the Washington Convention Center. The man that stood next to me while waiting to cross the street ending up entering the Convention Center with me. Volunteers donning signs directed us to register and sign in, while one lady seemed to think that I wasn't old enough to volunteer. I AM 18, and I DO have a right to serve my country when opportunities present themselves, so yes, "Brenda IS 18," and no, "I didn't bring you dinner."
Seated amongst a myriad people, I struggled to fathom that I was one of 15,000---out of a pool of over 80,000 people---to be chosen to volunteer for a truly historic weekend. Even though my role may be directing hundreds of spectators to the nearest bathroom, I'll be proud to do so because it is a privilege to serve. Although...I'm not so sure about the hats the gave us...They're basically red, dollar store cotton hats, with lettering that couldn't have cost more than $0.25 a hat. They can easily be duplicated. But I guess nonetheless, I'll wear that hat with pride on January 20, 2009.
Seated amongst a myriad people, I struggled to fathom that I was one of 15,000---out of a pool of over 80,000 people---to be chosen to volunteer for a truly historic weekend. Even though my role may be directing hundreds of spectators to the nearest bathroom, I'll be proud to do so because it is a privilege to serve. Although...I'm not so sure about the hats the gave us...They're basically red, dollar store cotton hats, with lettering that couldn't have cost more than $0.25 a hat. They can easily be duplicated. But I guess nonetheless, I'll wear that hat with pride on January 20, 2009.
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