Personal Narrative: My First State Senator

Trying desperately to stay awake as the hot, humid air slowly overtook me, I took a quick moment and looked around the room. First, the man standing next to the podium - his loud Brooklyn accent cutting through the hot humid air of an early summer night in New England – had the attention of everyone in attendance. This event was originally scheduled to be held at a small coffee shop in downtown Portsmouth, N.H. However, due to the larger than expected turnout, organizers had been left scrambling to find a more suitable location to meet the demand. Fortunately, a local church had offered their chapel at the last possible moment. And regardless of how hot the temperature rose, I slowly began to appreciate the moment in which I found myself. Bernie Sanders was the politician my generation had been waiting for. He could not be bought, shouted down, or intimidated. He championed causes that spoke directly to those of us left behind after the recession had wrecked the economy. He not only spoke about the issue with our healthcare system, but he also spoke about how college was becoming less and less affordable. And as the rally came to an end and we all slowly walked out into the night, something else struck me. I had been attending political rallies all of my life as the grandson of a prominent state senator from Massachusetts. Actually, one of my earliest memories from childhood is getting to meet Ted Kennedy at a rally. So I am familiar with the crowds that …show more content…
That night, however, a large number of millennials were present. I saw high school aged kids excitingly discussing what had just happened. Not only that, but a long line had formed to sign up to volunteer with the campaign. I was able to leave that night feeling not only excited from what I heard, but also excited to play a part in a campaign that had the potential to change the landscape of the political process in