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When I was still in elementary school, I would always look forward to the election season. I treated it like an extended fiesta, with catchy campaign jingles of candidates ringing throughout our subdivision. I have looked out for the sample ballots handed out to us by various political candidates.
All I wanted at that time was to get my hands on those papers and shade circles to my will. I had no idea which candidates were worth my faux vote; all that mattered was if their name sounded pretty and if I had seen their advertisements during commercial breaks. Come election day, I would marvel at the seemingly invincible indelible ink on my parents’ index fingers.
Fast forward to 2022, where I first exercised my right to suffrage. Taking chemistry as a degree program in college teaches you a lot of things, like the magic trick behind the indelible ink, which had no more appeal to me rather than brandishing it in front of my camera for a mandatory selfie so that my friends know that I have voted. We barely get sample ballots now, and even if we do, I have long outgrown the fascination of shading them.
As a matter of fact, just merely thinking about election stresses me out. What used to be catchy jingles that I would sing along to back then has become overly repetitive and annoying to me now. Commercial breaks, which were supposed to give the audience a temporary relief from the weight of the news or the heaviness of soap operas, are littered once again with the names of election hopefuls.
Campaign posters are everywhere with gigantic faces of candidates, only to be left washed out and vandalized after the election season. Social media has been ground zero yet again for propaganda, unhealthy discourse, and disinformation with numerous logical fallacies. Everywhere you look, there will be politics—and rightfully so.
Transitioning from the young mind’s impressions of the election saga into an actual voter is comparable to that eventful moment where you realize that Santa Claus is a work of fiction. The young voter experience, I would say, is somehow antithetical to one’s expectations. I had to fall in line for almost eight hours just to get registered as a voter.
I endured it because voting is a sacred right gifted to me but why does signing up for a civil right difficult? I am reminded that all these stressors emphasize the immense responsibility of the voting population to elect worthy candidates. As we approach election day, I grew more critical about the candidates. Their banners and posters, for instance, are noticeably filled with their huge faces, smiling over us like guardian angels; their names shadow their consanguinity to political families.
I barely can find posters that tell us their advocacies and platforms, and when they do, it’s always blanket statements like “ tulong sa mahihirap ,” “ tapat na pagseserbisyo ,” and “ para sa pagbabago .” Subscribe to our daily newsletter By providing an email address. I agree to the Terms of Use and acknowledge that I have read the Privacy Policy .
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