How The 2016 Election Made Me Stop Believing In My Dreams | The Huffington Post

How The 2016 Election Made Me Stop Believing In My Dreams | The Huffington Post EDITION US عربي (Arabi) Australia Brasil Canada Deutschland España France Ελλάδα (Greece) India Italia 日本 (Japan) 한국 (Korea) Maghreb México Québec (En Francais) South Africa United Kingdom United States NEWS WorldPost Highline Science Education Weird News Business TestKitchen Tech College Media POLITICS Pollster Election Results Eat the Press HuffPost Hill Candidate Confessional So That Happened ENTERTAINMENT Sports Comedy Celebrity Books Entertainment TV Arts + Culture WELLNESS Healthy Living Travel Style Taste Home Weddings Divorce Sleep WHAT'S WORKING Impact Green Good News Global Health VOICES Black Voices Latino Voices Women Fifty Religion Queer Voices Parents Teen College VIDEO ALL SECTIONS Arts + Culture Black Voices Books Business Candidate Confessional Celebrity College Comedy Crime Divorce Dolce Vita Eat the Press Education Election Results Entertainment Fifty Good News Green Healthy Living Highline Home Horoscopes HuffPost Data HuffPost Hill Impact Latino Voices Media Outspeak Parents Politics Pollster Queer Voices Religion Science Small Business So That Happened Sports Style Taste Tech Teen TestKitchen Travel TV Weddings Weird News Women WorldPost FEATURED Hawaii OWN Quiet Revolution Talk to Me Don't Stress the Mess Endeavor Fearless Dreamers Generation Now Inspiration Generation Paving the Way The Power Of Humanity Sleep + Wellness What's Working: Purpose + Profit What's Working: Small Businesses CONTRIBUTOR How The 2016 Election Made Me Stop Believing In My Dreams 12/04/2016 07:48 pm ET | Updated 1 day ago 4.3k Jamie Margolin Aspiring public servant & activist, writer, rhythmic gymnast Justin Sullivan via Getty Images I see myself in Hillary Clinton. I’m a 15-year-old girl and my dream is to become the president of the United States. I may only be in my freshman year of high school, but already, I’m positive the presidency is for me. I have so many ideas about how to solve the problems of our world. Sometimes, I brainstorm what I’d do if I had the power to change what I saw wrong around me. I think about how I’d improve the education system and tackle climate change (I actually have some pretty good ideas). I’m sure with enough preparation and experience, I could do a good job in office. So I’ve already started preparing. I volunteered for a political campaign and joined my school’s debate team. I’m researching how our government works, with the idea that if I start educating myself now, I’ll be extra prepared to lead when the time comes. But then I remember the 2016 election. I remember how Hillary Clinton had more than her share of knowledge and qualifications and still lost. I remember how Donald Trump had never held elected office in his life and still won. How he didn’t even bother explain how he would achieve all he promised, and how Hillary had laid out her plans for the country in detail. I look at the 2016 election and wonder if it’s even worth being prepared and knowing what I’m doing. Why be overqualified if I’m just going to be overlooked? The American people had chosen the under qualified man instead of the over qualified women.  Hillary Clinton knew every nook and cranny of what the presidency entailed. She had tangible plans. She was prepared. All we had to do was elect her and she’d roll up her sleeves and get right to work. But Trump was elected instead, and he looked like a deer in headlights when Obama showed him around the White House. According to the press, he seemed “surprised by the gravity of the job” and Obama decided he was going to spend more time with Trump then he usually would with his successor because apparently, Trump didn’t bother to read through the requirements of the job he’d been running for for 18 months. The American people had chosen the under qualified man instead of the over qualified women. And so I wonder if, because I’m a girl who’s loud and challenges what I’m told to accept, it doesn’t matter how hard I work. A man can just snatch anything he wants away from me, qualifications be damned. With the 2016 election, the illusion of security that as long as I dream big enough and work hard enough, I can achieve anything, has been ripped away. Despite all that, I will continue to work towards my dream and fight for causes because I genuinely want to make a difference in the world, presidency or no presidency. And no matter what the American electorate thinks, I still believe preparation, intelligence, and qualifications should mean something. But as I work, I am, and always will be, haunted by the 2016 election. “Remember Hillary?” A tiny voice will whisper to me every step of the way. “Being qualified doesn’t pay off. No one cares if you know what you’re doing. Trump was unqualified but he still won by tapping into enough fear. So stop thinking about the White House. You’re too ambitious and outspoken. People don’t like loud, ambitious girls with a lot to say. Everyone wil