The day after the election was a scary one at most. I woke up in the morning not knowing who won. I didn't have the strength to watch what was happening on TV. I was extremely tired from the day that was before me. I woke up seeing darkness. Only darkness. I didn't think much of it, I mean it's Vermont. Vermont is Bipolar. After taking a long mournful stretch I took my phone off the charger. The brightness overwhelmed me and burned my eyes. It was so dark in my room. I was super groggy, yet too lazy to turn the brightness down. I checked my Facebook and just scrolled through my timeline. The very first thing I saw was a post someone had shared saying "Trump is not my president." I was confused. As I scrolled down all I saw were posts about Trump. I realized that he had won the election. There were so many hatred statuses towards Trump. I put my phone down. I needed to get ready for the day. I woke up late as it was. As I was getting dressed I realized, and I knew that I was going to hear about it at school.
Heading to school felt like night time. It was so gray and dark outside. If I squinted I could see that the dusty moon was still slipping away, hiding until night time. Even though it felt like it was already night time. My dad dropped me off and I was walking into the doors at the entrance of my school. The first thing I see is everybody hugging. Girls were crying. A handfull of guys were wearing Trump shirts and hats. People were arguing in the lobby. I was tuning out and imagined a safari. I needed to get to class I didn't have time to watch. I've never seen anything quite like it. If I had to be honest, I'd say I was a little scared. I was in math. I was already in a weird mood, and I hate math so I'm sure you could imagine how I was. My teacher told us we had to get into groups for what we were about to work on. I watched everybody form groups around me in each corner of the room. I felt like I was standing in the middle of the room with all lights on me and the corners were dark. I could feel the room getting hazy and shrinking in on me. My throat tightened. I then realized I was having an anxiety attack. I walked out immediately. I didn't need people to watch me freak out over something stupid. I walked around in the halls. I looked out the window and saw a black crow. Watching me. The sky was dark and so was he. I shrugged. My attention came back to me. I was trying to figure out where to go to calm down. I sped to the bathroom. I was sitting in a stall. I pulled out my phone and just played with it waiting for my attack to pass. There were tears rolling down my face. I didn't even realize that until a tear droplet landed violently on my phone screen. Why did anxiety do this to me? Why am I like this? Everytime this happens I can't help but feel stupid and crazy. I then thought to myself be a big girl and go to the nurse. Don't sit on the toilet like an idot. They are nurses I'm sure they understand what's going on. The nurse let me stay in there. She told me that it was good that I was so aware of what my body was doing. Which I was. I have an Anxiety Disorder. This attack was one of many.
Ten minutes later, I finallly calmed down. I was contemplating how to walk back into class. Everyone noticed how I rushed out. I didn't care at the time. I walked out thanking the nurses. I was heading back to class as this one guy comes out of the guidance office. He was wearing a bright red shirt with white capatilized letters that spelled Trump. He had a red hat on that also spelled Trump. I thought to myself thinking this guy definitely wants to get into an argument with someone. I could sense it. I minded my business and kept walking. Right as I walked passed him he screams at me, "why the f**** don't you have a Trump shirt on?" I could feel the blood in my body boil. I just had an anxiety attack I was already unstable enough, and now this guy wants to yell at me when I was just walking by. I said "because I don't like Trump is that a problem?" He laughed which pissed me off even more. I felt my fists sweat. He then calls me a bitch and walks away. I just stood there in awe. All I did was walk by. Is this what all the Trump supporters were going to act like? They seemed to be especially smiley that day and jumped into anyone's conversation when people talked about Obama and Hillary. I forgot all about the election when I had my anxiety attack. Other people surrounding the school would not let me forget. Math class ended and I was now heading to Big Picture. I opened the door and all I could smell was a weird mixture of rain and metal. The girls there were crying too. Our group started talking about the election. What's new, right?
This was my first year to vote because I turned 18 in September. I didn't vote. That was my choice. I'm entitled to my own opinion. I'm not a fan of Trump. I felt like they both had some pros. The cons overuled the pros for me. I did my research. I've been very observant. I live in Vermont. Most people in America don't even know that Vermont is a state. Some haven't even heard of Vermont. I didn't feel like my vote mattered. Even if I did vote, I wasn't sure who I'd vote for. I recieved a lot of hate for that. Which I knew was going to happen. I wasn't going to vote for one just because I didn't like the other. That's not the way you're supposed to vote.
I kept checking Facebook because I'm nosey. People continuously made posts about Trump. People were commenting nasty things. Even losing friendships over it. How are we supposed to be a community, meaning America if we're fighting? That's not going to solve anything. Scrolling through all the hate, I saw one post that stook to me. It was, "I hope Donald Trump is a good president. Wanting him to fail, is like wanting the plane to crash that we are all on. Remember that." I thought that this was a good point. I'm not biased about this election. I hear both sides. My personal opinion, is that it doesn't really matter who the president is. Everything they come up with has to go through Congress. If Donald is really that bad, he'll be impeached. It's up to us Americans to make this work. If you really want change get up and make something happen. Complaining isn't going to solve anything. Fighting isn't going to solve anything. The president is nothing without us. Remember that.