Dear Mr. President,
As you first walked the portrait-lined halls of the White House in the historic fall of 2008, I first walked the locker-lined halls of my high school. I was a nervous but enthusiastic freshman who desperately wished she had been old enough to vote for you.
The recession had just begun and hadn't quite hit the suburban bubble I grew up in. But people were still afraid. College grads were moving home, jobless, after working hard and paying heavily for their degrees. Men and women like my parents who dedicated their lives to building careers and providing for their families were suddenly unemployed for the first time in a long time.
On the platform of rebuilding stability in our economy and hope in our future, you were elected. My family and few liberal friends rejoiced that their votes were heard. We rejoiced quietly because in my conservative town, being a proud Democrat could end your friendships or even your job, but we rejoiced.
The next four years were full of great and terrible moments on my home front. In between jobs, my dad worked as a grocery store cashier until his back couldn't take the standing all day. My mother went back to school and dreamed of leaving her corporate job to become a teacher. But she knew teachers were being laid off daily and our family couldn't survive on that small, unstable income. People were spending more years and more money on school than ever before in order to graduate college with the hope of any job at all.
The American home front was great and terrible too. The recession hit hard, public opinion of immigrants faltered, and your naysayers refused to compromise at every turn. But Osama bin Laden was finally brought to justice, Don't Ask Don't Tell was overturned, and ObamaCare was passed!
As 2012–my freshman year of college and your sophomore election–approached, I couldn't have been more excited. I was finally old enough to vote and my voice was part of one of the most momentous times in our nation's history. I joined a small but mighty team of Young Democrats at the University of Georgia. I sang in a chorus concert on the evening of November 6, and rushed home with my friends to excitedly watch the announcement of your reelection.