Back in November 2008, when I was about eleven years old, my dad woke my siblings and me up in the middle of the night to watch as Obama was declared the president of the United States of America. At the time, I knew this was a big deal, but I’ll admit that I really had no idea as to why it was a big deal. Can you really blame me? I mean, what is an eleven year-old supposed to know about the economy, foreign policy, or social issues? I only knew it was relevant because it fell into this cover-all category of things my parents talked bout called “politics.” For months leading up to that night, my parents had been talking and debating about the election and the candidates for presidency and local positions (such as Governor, representative, etc.), but now it was finally coming to an end (or so I hoped since nothing is more annoying to a child than all the serious ‘adult talk’ that surrounds politics).