Today I sat in fourth period watching on teevee how history was being made.
Whoever wrote the inaugural speech was brilliant, and use metaphors in a way too beautiful way.
In Obama, I saw something that was past his skin color, because I honestly did not care, he's african american. He was democratic, which is what I wanted.
There was an air of hope, hanging heavy in the skies.
It was such a beautiful , and cold morning today, watching our now 44th president give his speech, and be sworn in.
I was for once proud to be an american.
My heart swelled with pride, happiness, and most importantly faith.
The faith in change, that maybe out tomorrow isn't that bleak.
I know obama in power does not mean that things will change and become perfect, but I have hope that it'll be better and that this is the dawn of a new age.
Im glad to see that the world is changing, one human being at a time.
History is so crude, but so beautiful.
Welcome to the 44th term.
This is going to be even slightly interesting.
& really, today was beautiful.
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