In 2004, my father got a new job at a family-owned hotel here in Indiana. We then moved here, and he held that job for about 8 years. Inevitably I worked there myself at one point, early in my freshman year here at Carmel HS. The hotel was in a rougher part of Westfield, and it was economically lagging itself. It was robbed a few times as well. During my tenure there, my dad was stringent about one rule -- the TV must be always on a news channel.
If you’re like me, and you find yourself trapped in an empty hotel for 8 hours with nothing but the news to watch, you will eventually concede and start actually paying attention to it for some “entertainment”. I eventually kept saying the same thing to myself; “This part of the city, this hotel, and those robbers would be all in better conditions not just economically but generally, if our elected officials (at the state and federal levels) didn’t always spend their time arguing or campaigning, but actually trying to work together to make life better for the citizens of the United States” (REWORD).
The more I developed opinions, the more I really looked forward to working shifts there -- it was a place to sit down and watch the news, once a week. To get involved in the government, through knowledge and awareness.
By June 2012, the hotel was set to be shut down and demolished by the state in pursuit of a massive highway reconstruction project on US-31. Walking out of the doors for the last time in 8 years, the doors I smeared my fingerprints on as a hyper 7 year old and cleaned as a 14 year old, I was set on what I wanted to do as an adult -- public service, in the government. I want to serve one day as a representative of the people, one that focuses in the end on addressing the issue and compromising, for the sake of our future.
A friend of mine at school, whose political views I share, suggested that I start a CHS Young Democrats club. I consider myself a Democrat -- but I saw