|On This the Day of the Inauguration
||[Jan. 20th, 2009|09:42 pm]
I woke up this morning with mixed emotions. I was excited, scared, hopeful, patriotic, and very nervous with anticipation. Part of me imagined what today would be like, the day of the inauguration of our forty-fourth president, the first African-American to be elected, Barack Obama. I thought everyone would feel the same way I did. I even packed my video camera in hopes of getting good footage, come hell, high water, or spontaneous parades of joy.
I was so naive.
When I walked into the building, I was faced with nothing but complete and utter apathy.
Apathy on a historic day that we are absolutely blessed to bear witness.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. There will be many more presidents of African heritage, but there will never be another FIRST. Regardless of how you voted or would vote, this is something that as an American you should be proud of and respect.
We started watching the inauguration on the big screen in our theatre. Herr and Mrs. S were very adamant about respect, and made sure to direct students away from the cords and projector so we could all see.
They included the senior theatre group into our film class, then invited the piano and choir kids to join us. We were all watching quietly and respectfully, together, until our principal came onto the P.A... right as Obama had begun his inaugural address.
After announcing a school-wide mandate to watch this moment in history, he decides that we're all going to miss all of Obama's speech, or be late to third period.
I literally ran to my next class, in hopes of catching as much as I could.
As it turned out, my third period teacher was not showing the speech.
By the time she turned the projector back on and set up the stream feed, Obama had finished speaking.
I don't even know what had been said by the announcer to follow up.
Everyone in my third period class (save a blessed few) was talking about anything but the inauguration, and all in obnoxiously loud tones.
Then, Obama was off the screen for no more than five seconds, and our teacher looked at us and said, "So, he's completely left the building now?" and shut off the projector.
I was in a state of shock. My classmates and I were denied the chance of seeing history unfold.
Could we not have just struggled to catch up our third and fourth period classes?
We have had random bad weather days before, we manage to get back on track after those. Was it really so difficult to just ignore the bell?
So thanks to American apathy, I was robbed of witnessing a defining moment in the history of America.
No, not just America, in the history of the entire world.
America is in some deep, deep water. If we can't inspire my generation to gain some initiative and take action...
I am scared to finish that thought.
Here's to hoping and praying that America will truly listen to our new president.
May he have a prosperous, glorious, and successful four years, and if it is such a presidency, may it last for a full eight.
I pray that he will lead with wisdom and integrity in the face of all challenges, great and small, and use his best judgement to determine America's course in all things.
The citizens of the United States of America and people around the world are looking to you know.
Use this influence wisely.
I expect great things from you, Mr. President, and I know I'm not alone in this sentiment.
Congratulations, Barack Obama.
It is your turn to set things right.