I will go back. That was my decision as I left the caucus tonight.
I went in literally with no expectations of how to feel, how to participate, or how to react. I have never been confident in my political knowledge and tend to stay out of political conversations. However I knew it was important that I participated in the caucus.
Walking in I was hurriedly handed a presidential ballot, herded into a tiny classroom, handed another blank ballot and then was told I had 30 second to vote from one of the 3 delegates on the board.
I didn't know who they were, but I wrote down a name anyway and put it in the basket. I saw who I had voted for and regretted my decision to support him as delegate. His sarcastic remarks and a dominating attitude made me sick.
With each nomination and election I began to see a pattern. Heavily sided toward masculinity, women were never heard, nice people were forgotten, amateurs were degraded and "experts" were jerks. We could easily see how it was not an overall enjoyable experience.
I learned a few things during my 90 minutes in that stuffy room. First, I don't think I really know what is going on. Second, I shouldn't trust people after only hearing a 60 second speech. Third, we need more youth, families, and women to represent. Fourth, I have never felt a disappointment in America before.
Yet, despite everything that happened, I want to go back for the next caucus. Why? Because that is the fifth thing I learned. It's important. It's important that I go. It is important that I am heard.