[waiting]

I'm waiting.

• I'm waiting for Lynne Schaefer to arrive at our 2 o'clock because she's running late (hopefully).
• I'm waiting for the election results to be announced because it's not 4 PM.
• I'm waiting for the opportunity to apologize to my opponent because I know he's upset with me.
• I'm waiting to find out if I have a place to live come May 20th because... I can't even finish this sentence... the end is a page-long rant.
• I'm waiting for the opportunity to give you a hug because you need to know I still care about you.
• I'm waiting for UMBC to pay me because I haven't eaten a real meal in six days.
• I'm waiting for the chance to eat something because my stomach is killing me.

And yet, I am at peace.

I worked my butt off this week. I tested myself mentally and physically. I did everything I could. I made a few mistakes, but in the end, I am proud of the amount of time and energy that I spent talking to hundreds of students and helping them vote.

If I won? Cool. I deserved it. I'm excited. I'm gonna do great things in that position.

I I lost? That's okay. I'm bummed, but I'll move on. I'm not going to disappear because I lost an election.

Either way I'm disappointed with the election process, but I guess I'm still too exhausted to care. I slept plenty, but I'm hungry, mentally drained, and apathetic. My body is emptied of adrenaline.

Lynne Schaefer is 30 minutes late. Maybe she forgot about the meeting or never knew about it. Okay. Now I don't know what to do for the next hour. I have a meeting with Nancy Young at 3:30. Wonder if there's free food anywhere on campus...