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Election Night in College

 I was under no assumption that November 3, 2020 would be an easy day by any means. All day, I have been discussing with friends the possibilities of the election and what that would mean for our country. I think that being a college student right now is one of the weirdest experiences possible. We're all freaking out about a possible second civil war, civil rights are being threatened at every turn, and we all have like 7 papers, 5 quizzes, and 10 homework sheets to finish. It is the biggest contrast between extraordinary and mundane experiences, and it's honestly really challenging. I know that this seems menial, but it's taking a mental toll on all of us. Normally, of course, college is difficult. But this amalgamation of circumstances is a different ball game for everyone. This week will absolutely be difficult, especially as results are likely not going to be available immediately. I just hope that we all come out of this okay, or, ideally, better than we are right now.

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