I woke up on Nov 7 with the slimmest of hopes that the front page of the Chronicle would proclaim that the United States had elected its first female president.
In desperation I had gone to bed the night before; actually it was barely past dark, probably no later than 8:00pm, but I couldn’t take anymore. I had watched the Blue Wall come crashing down and his electoral count go up. It wasn’t possible, I told myself, but better to play it safe and take refuge in sleep.
It was 4:00am, too early for the paper to have arrived, so I turned on CNN. The look on the panel’s faces told me everything I didn’t want to know. What have we done!? How is this possible!? What’s going to happen!? I did what any sane person would do in this situation, I started to cry.