On Tuesday, Meredith, Ashley, Sarah and I woke at the crack of dawn to catch the F Train downtown. We were scheduled to have breakfast with Kentucky delegates at 8.
The experience was phenomenal. A few of the speakers we heard were Howard Dean, Lt. Governor Dan Mongiardo, and Bruce Lunsford. The air was filled with enthusiasm as they spoke up about how important change was. They said how they believed Barack Obama would be able to bring the change we need as a nation.
Afterward, we met many influential delegates and attempted to receive tickets to watch Hillary Clinton's speech. As a matter of fact, we did find a delegate who had tickets, but wanted to watch it in the comfort of his hotel room. Like a maniac, I asked if he had the tickets with him. He said later on while he was at a local pub, he would have them with him. Being 20-years-old, it should be obvious that we didn't meet up with him.
We met up with the men of our group shortly after I acted like a moron to the delegate I didn't know, and traveled a few blocks to a park filled with people protesting.
Fortunately for me, my friend, or rather, the man I called a sexist on Monday, was there. I couldn't help myself. I ran up to the front and began yelling into a megaphone at these judgmental "Christians". Soon after I began shouting, a man from the audience was arrested for running at the men and tackling one. The air filled with a "Let him go!" chant as SWAT members escorted the young man away.
As the excitement continued, we made our way to the Code Pink protestors and found many wonderful posters hanging in the surrounding area. So, Sarah and I "borrowed" a few as souvenirs.
The group also attended a seminar that day called Politics and the Media witch was incredibly boring and Dr. Turner scolded me for nodding off. A few minutes later, I saw him nodding off in his chair.
- DN
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