You’re walking to class – the wind in your stride, illness a spring in your step. Birds chirp in the trees as bright sunshine beams down on your face. Today’s quick bite at the student union is going to be great!
“Hey! Have you voted today? You should vote for Steven. He’s way better than Tyler!”
“Uh, sorry, I’ve got to go” you mumble as you brush past this intruder. At least that’s over with.
“Vote for Sarah! She’s the best, and definitely the cutest candidate. Way cuter than Conner. Vote for Sarah!” More voices join in now, and the controlled murmur of the crowd outside the union slowly turns into a roar.
“Can’t I just go eat some Chick-Fil-A?”, you plead with these abominations of courtesy.
“Shut up and do as you’re told! We own you! You will worship lucifer now!”, the crowd screams as they carry you off into the depths of hell…
Okay so maybe that’s not what actually happens on Associated Student Body Election day.
But it sure feels like it.