Four more years, sadly.

Tonight Crosby is driving to DC to protest the inauguration. I have a couple of other friends who are going, too.
It makes me really sad that I'm not going to be there. Instead I'll be in class, learning about things that are important and that I'm interested in, working toward a degree which I will then use on my quest to better the world, but I won't be making a difference tomorrow. I won't even be participating in the campus-wide walkout, because my class doesn't start until it's over.
There are so many horrible things going on in the world, and I feel like I should be taking an active role in ending them. I'm going to school, and of course that's important, but since I don't know what I want to do, I feel like I'm not really working toward my "save the world" goal. I feel like maybe I could be doing more important things, helping make more immediate changes, rather than saying I'll do it when I'm done with school. I want to go be a part of something. But I'm not really sure how to do that.
I'm not sure why I'm so set on protesting, anyway. Last spring my mom came down to visit me, and we went to a march against the war. We talked about how frustrating it is that her mom protested the same things 50 years ago that she protested 25 years ago that I'm protesting today. And it is frustrating. It's unbelieveable that our leaders can't understand something as simple as "STOP KILLING PEOPLE. NO REALLY. YOU CAN DO THIS."
Ok, I'll be honest. I've been in dozens of protests. Really I just want to get arrested. Aunt A and I had this plan when the war first started, to get arrested together (actually, it was the whole family, but mostly us). We wanted it on record. We never got around to it (mostly because it's impossible to get arrested for protesting in this town, unless you start beating people to death with their own yardsigns, which sort of defeats the purpose of nonviolence). Soon.