Matthew Moore

The staff members at the blood donation were friendly and nice to talk to. After I filled out my rapid pass, she took me into a room, took my temperature, and checked my blood for hemoglobin. When we were done, they gave me a wide variety of snacks and brought me water to drink while we talked about the recent increase of students coming to visit to also fulfill their service hours requirement. One of the ladies told me that they were Howard alumni and that she used to work at the Howard Hospital when she used to attend Howard. When I got in the chair, she handed me a manual because it was my first time, and it had steps on it to try and nullify the pain of having the blood drawn. She handed me a stress ball and told me to squeeze it three times and, on the third, to hold it. When my vein came up, she rubbed the area with alcohol and marked it with a marker. She left and came back with the needle. She sanitized my arm one more time before she slid the needle in, and as she did, she moved it back and forth and pressed down to get the blood out. When I was done, she wrapped my arm and sent me to wait in the room with the snacks. I got a pair of socks and a piece of paper with her name and email on it confirming that I did get my blood taken for the sake of getting service hours.

Requesting the absentee ballot was hard and I needed my mom to walk me through it. When the ballot came in t he mail I read through it carefully and answered the questions. Later I went to drop it off and I wore my sticker for the picture.

I registered to vote when I was in high school. An organization came around and gave my classmates and me papers where we put our addresses and names and chose a party. The process was quick and easy, and when I was done, I turned my paper in. Later, when I arrived on campus, I scanned a QR code and enter my information to confirm that I was registered to vote