Hopeful

I took my fifth and sixth grade class with me to the poles today. I've never taken my class before, but we've been studying the US Constitution and it seemed like the perfect field trip. And, since it's Mackinac Island, our poling place is an eight minute walk from the school, so why not. Our poll workers were gracious; they explained each step of the voting process to my class and answered every question the kids threw at them, including: 

• What happens if you forget your ID - can you still vote? 
• What if you don't have hands and can't sign the form?
• If you can't read, can you bring a friend to help you?
• How does the voting machine work?
• Has the machine ever broken down? Then what happens?
• How many people will vote (here) today?

I tried to be upbeat and positive, and not let the kids see the almost overwhelming feeling of dread I have in the pit of my stomach, but when I start to get anxious I remind myself that I am hopeful.

Hopeful a majority of my fellow Americans choose wisely.