Until last night at around 11:47pm, when Sydney texted me to ask if I was going to vote, it wasn’t even on my radar. Then I started thinking about it. I am 18, for goodness’ sake! It’s my duty, right? I am a citizen, after all. But I still wasn’t sure, so I decided to sleep on it.

But here’s the real truth: I know a guy who grew up in Alaska. Apparently, Alaska loves its citizens so much it pays them to live there. So this dude used to get some sort of benefit, just for living next to some icebergs. But then he came to the mainland to go to college. Election time came around, and he registered to vote. And by registering in another (warmer) state, he lost all his Alaskan benefits and privileges.

I was going to vote. I went with my mother and small sisters to the voting place, where they kindly informed me that since I did not register before the election, I could not vote. So I looked at a Vogue magazine with my sisters while my mother filled in the bubbles with a #2 pencil (or is that the ACT?)

Even though I don’t live in Alaska, I have a sneaking suspicion that there are special benefits that I am receiving that would be nullified had I registered to vote. My parents took my suggestion lightly; they are apparently not receiving these benefits. But I have until the presidential election (when I will certainly be registered) to rake in the privileges.



3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Grandma S.
    Nov 04, 2010 @ 15:32:16

    Yes, registration is required for voting. And no, you are not to go live in Alaska.


  2. Syd
    Nov 04, 2010 @ 17:06:54

    I’m on your blog!


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