It's election week at uni this week. Election week. Hah, remember those?! An entire week of being harassed by politically minded people.

"Have you voted yet?"
"Vote. Make a difference to student union."
"Have you voted yet?"
"Vote today! There are tables set up all around campus!"

An entire week of having leaflets and brochures shoved into your face.

"Have you voted yet?"

For five years, I was a non-voter. Not an easy thing to do, since for five years, I went there, where the main entry point into the uni was this little small arcade with no quick exits. Anywhere. Once you're cornered by a over-zealous Fine Arts student, you're done for. No one, in their right minds, would rescue you. No, sirree. In the end, just to get them off your back, you just went and voted.

For five years, I put my head down to avoid eye contact and just plowed on through the masses. For five years, I successfully ignored the cry to vote. For five years, I said, "Yes, yes, I've voted," or "Heh? No speak English."

Today, I voted.

Why?

Because if I did, they'd give me an $8 food voucher.

So I did.