Student SPHere 2008-09

It could have been more exciting. That's what I said to myself most of yesterday. I freaked out about waiting in line at the polls for an hour, two hours, more -- and I was in and out in 10 minutes (lucky, I know). I held my breath and flipped on the TV as often as possible. I was spazzy about the masterpiece The Boyfriend and I created to bring to an election party (they're red velvet cupcakes):

And when the results started coming in, I prepared for a rollercoaster evening -- and had nothing of the sort.

A little before 10 p.m., Amy, the host of the party came into the living room and asked the 20 or 30 of us, "Anything new happened?"

"Nope," we said. "Not in almost an hour." Boring.

At that moment, we all looked at the TV. And there was Barack Obama, THE 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

Total silence.

And then, in chorus: "HOLY ****!"

More silence.

Then in sunk in and everyone went nuts. By the time I watched the concession and victory speeches, headed home in a food coma and crawled into bed, I was officially excited. And this morning when I woke up and realized it actually happened, wow.

No matter who you were rooting for, you've got to be proud of this country for doing something so huge.