On November 8th, 2016 was the night that changed America, it was the night that America would elect a new president of the United States. At 2:46am one of my roommates was upset about the results because she started to worry about her close who might be forced to leave the country. At 1:23pm my mom called to make sure I was doing okay. She asked how my friends were, if we were safe. At 1:24pm I had to confess that I was worried about someone who i don't talk to anymore, someone who still holds a place in my heart and I still couldn’t believe that I had woken up to the same news I went to bed to, I didn’t want to believe that he was really about to be sitting in the same office John F Kennedy, Barack Obama, Ronald Reagan, and father Bush.

At 2:01pm I tried to keep out of Twitter because of the harmful things that have been said or riots that have been planned because America should not go into war for the next president.

At 5:02pm my mother called to tell me she was proud of me for which ever candidate I voted for.

At 11:52pm I finally realized that Americans has decided on which candidate they believed will "make America great again," someone who can make a difference for this generation and for the next generation to come.

But everything starts with a voice. It starts with screaming, pleading, demanding what we believe in. It’s loud and it’s painful and it’s dangerous. Protest is what got us civil rights. Protest is why women are allowed to vote and protest could be the start of change.