We've started the "floor move" at Iowa's Coolest Flower Shop AKA setting up for Christmas open houses (which start this weekend). It's a time-consuming and painstaking process, so naturally we chat quite a bit during this.
Since tomorrow is the election, it unfortunately came up. I say "unfortunately" because, let me put it this way, 4 of us are placing our votes for the next President of the United States, and 2 for the also-ran.
An argument ensued, causing me to exclaim the following to deflect the tension-
"Oooo, look at the sky!" (it was 8 o'clock)
"My GOD, would you look at that. There's GLITTER all over the floor."
"Holy shit, it's the Pope!"
"LOOK OUT, I HAVE A LIVE HAND GRENADE."
Okay, I just came up with the last two, but still.
Anyway.
Tomorrow.
I'm all choked up over what (hopefully) will happen, so much that I can't express myself in my usual semi-incoherent fashion.
But what TBogg said.
I'm just thinking about all my former students in Houston, the vast majority who were of color, and what they must be feeling right now.
The kids that initially assumed that since I was white, that I must be racist, due to some asshole teachers they had in the past. That couldn't believe that I was "cool."
That they now know that they can achieve whatever they set out to. The yes, hope for a better future.
And then I cry.
So tomorrow, I'm casting my vote in honor of all my kiddos. And everyone who laid the groundwork for this historic, amazing event.
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