After spending a night cramming for what felt like an exam, I voted. Though unlike other exams I did not have the “None of the above” option.

As I left the voting booth, I thought about my friends and what they were saying on social media, whether they swung left or right or everything in between. And I realized something.

Passion is a powerful thing, compassion even more powerful.

No matter what the results, the real test will come in the morning after. It’s a matter of how we as a people respond to not only our new president but to one another. It’s a matter of reaching out to “them,” those people whom stand across a perceived line we believe to exist, holding a set of beliefs that look different from ours.