On June third two-thousand-three, I worked the election. My day started when my alarm went off at four-thirty a.m. I knew I was going to have a boring, yet exciting experience.

My mother and I were both working at the same election station in the same department for transportation purposes. We arrived at five forty five a.m. Our location was 150 North Nellis Boulevard at Fire Station number sixteen. We had an hour to set up before the polls opened, at seven a.m. There were two voting booths and two different precincts. Two others, including me and my mom, helped out our team leader whose name was Kristy. As soon as we finished setting up, a line was forming for people to vote. This was our first rush, and it was only three people.

The next hour I was fighting the sleep that I missed last...