I am definitely not the most politically active nor the most politically aware citizen. I hear what I hear through the grapevine, through snippets of new clips that I happen to stumble upon while I’m at the cafeteria or when I’m browsing the web. It’s sad, yes, and it’s a problem. I’m sure I’m not the only person who is like me, and I’m sure there are more than a handful of students who feel like they don’t have time to do extensive research and keep up-to-date with the news. I am disappointed in myself, but I still haven’t tried to become active in society as a politically active and aware individual. But, things are starting to change. Election is this Tuesday. I am eligible to vote. It doesn’t seem right to me that I don’t really know what’s going on. I mean, I have some type of awareness, but I’m sure the majority of it is slightly biased. This election is getting me off my lazy politically unaware ass, and I’m actually starting to do something. Why is this? Well, I personally feel guilty that I don’t know anything, but I think this is attributed to some type of standard or argument that society has instilled in me. Individuals who are unaware is a problem in society, I’ve heard that, it’s been thrown at me, especially as a part of youth, a student as a university. This is, as Schudson explained, kind of like civic infrastructure, part of everyday life. It’s everyday life that I am reminded that being aware and active in the current events, the political news in the United States, is good; you are intelligent and responsible, and truly a PART of society, not just a slum kid wasting away in the ocean of wannabe citizenship. I want to be a part of society because it’s been instilled in me that not being a part of it means I’m dumb, and I don’t want to be dumb. I don’t think anybody does. I guess that’s one good thing about society; it makes me care about being intelligent or not, and it tells me that being politically aware about what is going on in the nation and in the world is smart. I want to have a voice. That’s what rhetoric is all about, being able to voice my opinion and HAVE an opinion to argue. There are discussions and debates set up, civic infrastructure, that promote opinions to be voiced and contemplated. I want to be a part of that civic infrastructure. I want to feel included. My feeling of guilt about not knowing about what is happening outside my dorm is an emotional cry for wanting to be heard, to feel included, aspects that are humanely innate and pushed through society. It’s ironic and funny, for some reason, that something so raw, something so vulnerable about humans, wanting to feel a part of a whole, can push us to do better things. Vulnerability at its finest.
Work in Progress