2008 Presidential Inaguration

  I know, I'm kinda breaking the blogger ethic thing by posting more than once a day (if that rule even exists). But I feel like I have to take advantage of the time I can post, since it's not often that I get the leisure time to do so.
  As I briefly mentioned in my 'Politics: Part I' post, my mother is 100% an Obama supporter. I spent the summer leading up to the 2008 Election knocking on doors, making phone calls, and visiting summer schools to register voters. So, of course, when President Obama was elected, she was beyond elated. So when January 2009 rolled around, she dragged both my sister and I to Washington, D.C. to watch the inauguration of President Barack Obama.
  Your first thought is, "Wow", right? Well, I'm not going to lie. A lot of it was very nice. We had a dinner in a very elegant university (sorry, I can't exactly remember all the details) and were introduced to a lot of important people.
  But, like I said, those details are fuzzy to me. But what I do remember is the bitter cold.
  One thing about me: I don't like the cold. It makes sense too, since I am from Nigeria (where it never snows), and the temperature never gets below 70degrees Fahrenheit. But really; I DON'T LIKE THE COLD.  It's rare when people see me without a jacket nearby. I live in the Sandhills of North Carolina, and the temperature here isn't too bad. But due to global warming, our winters have been becoming shorter, but colder. A couple of years ago, it snowed, and I cried. I mean, I literally bawled for about 2days. That's how much me and the cold don't get along.
  So considering we're in D.C. in the dead middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. The wind acted like a finely-sharpened knife and whipped through the air viciously. On top of the cold, we had to walk about 5-6miles, with constant pauses every 10mins due to the size of the crowd.
  I was miserable. My mum had lived in New Jersey when she first came to the States, so it wasn't so bad for her; and my sister was indifferent to the cold. But I felt like the grip of death was dragging at my feet. My mum found it hilarious and took numerous pictures of me, because all you could see were my eyes. Like, literally; I wrapped my whole head with 3scarves, and the only visible part of my face were my eyes. It definitely was the moment of my life where I was the coldest, and probably qualifies for the top stop for the time in my life where I was the most miserable.
  I remember little about the speech itself; the crowd was enormous, so I was watching from a big screen television that was there. One thing I especially don't remember was the hat that the First Lady wore that became such a big fashion topic after that. I did feel ahmazing, though, to actually be witnessing history. I had this strange weight inside of me, knowing that I was seeing 'the first' of something, and I don't think I was the only one in the crowd that felt this. (Others exhibited this feeling with constant chatter and shouts and bellows, which was different from my reaction, of course, because my mouth was covered, so I couldn't say anything."
  All in all, it is a little surreal to think that roughly four years has already passed since then. And now we approach that time once again: where another (or the same) American will be entrusted to keep our country free and ensure its prosperity. True, it was a mind-blowing experience, not just for me, but the whole country. But I think that the more personal message I was able to take home from the experience was that Virginia/Maryland cold is NO JOKE. D: