January 20, 2009

My first English professor in college wrote on one of my papers that it is my job to describe what I'm feeling--to show my audience what I'm thinking. It is not enough to say "it's indescribable". But as I sit down to write this blog (something I would feel remiss if I didn't do today), I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling--what I'm thinking. Today I witnessed history inside Room 245 with 21 silent teenagers. Had I been at home in my comfy chair, I would have been bawling. Being in a room with 42 eyes watching my every reaction, I simple teared up at the historic moment when Barack Obama walked onto the stage to become the 44th President of the United States of America. I'm not black. I'm not Jewish. In fact, I'm not part of any group that has been radically prejudiced against. But it doesn't matter that today didn't break barriers for me. Today defined for me why I'm proud to be an American.