nov. 4th 2008: that morning i had a math test which i could have done better with more time. then sat through a class of presentations done by immigrants struggling with their english. headed home and taught myself quantum mechanics from scratch (skipped those lectures) for a quiz the next morning. finished up around 10ish and settled into bed and watched the results on none other than CNN. appreciated McCain's defeat speech, particularly his sympathy for Obama's late grandmother. almost fell asleep waiting for Mr. Obama's victory speech, but when it happened, it Happened.
i was hoping for a romantic speech, the powerful kind found at the climax of dramatic movies, that you can feel in your body and in your eyes. i pictured him being choked up, taking long pauses as the crowd cheered relentlessly, drowning him out. not quite mine, but he certainly owned the moment. aside from his moving words of hope, it was the entire image of the event that got to me: a single man commanding the attention of a sea of people. it was prophetic, historic, symbolic, and plenty of other words of grandeur. it was more than the election of a President, it was a celebration. not exactly of victory, but something much greater.
i was at home, in bed, forgetting my formulas.
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