My phone buzzed faintly inside my bag while I listened intently to the monotonous hum of my headset, waiting for yet another call on which I can pretend to know what the hell I’m talking about.
Making sure my microphone was on mute, I sighed loudly and reached into my bag to check my phone and there was a message from my mother.
She was reminding me to vote, and while I listened to her excited voice, a huge smile spread across my face because I realized that I can vote.
I’m thinking to myself, “I am an 18 year old female Canadian citizen who has the right to vote. I am privileged, I am proud and I plan on taking full advantage of this right.”
It’s important to stress, of course, that the outcome of the polls doesn’t matter more than the voter turnout, but what’s even more important is that the voter turnout consist of educated voters.
I believe in change. I believe that it needs to sweep over the nations, engulfing them into its potency. I believe that change is in our hands. In reference to a political landscape, we as voters need to recognize that in order to change the existing system and eliminate the redundancy that threatens to crush our individuality, we have to start by making smaller changes.
My best friend and I sped halfway across the city just so we could make it in time before the ballots closed, so she could vote. What began as a hopeless, cloudy morning turned into one of the most memorable days of my life.
So, once again, what can the people do? Vote.
I voted in the mayoral election for my city and I voted for the candidate I thought to be best suitable.