I was sitting in my friend's room, chilling and generally avoiding the stack of fraction papers that awaited me in my room when I got an email. The very excited headline screamed at me 'CHELSEA CLINTON speaking at Pitt-Johnstown.' I turned to my friends and yelled: "CHELSEA CLINTON IS COMING TO OUR COLLEGE!" To which I received blank stares and mild disinterest.

I know, I know, Chelsea Clinton is not the most interesting guest speaker we could have (hello, Bono!) She is an ex-President's daughter who is now married to a rich New York banker and is a sometimes political correspondent on whatever major network is looking for a ratings boost. So she is basically every other Presidents daughter/granddaughter ever. However, we are in the midst of the most fascinating run for President this country has ever seen. It is history in the making. Watching all of it unfold is like watching a horror movie you know you should stop watching because it's 3 a.m. and there are shadows passing by your windows, but you really need to know how this all ends.

I was prepared to hate her. I like everyone else had heard everything the media has to say about Hilary Clinton, and if your father is a CNN news junkie like mine is, then you have probably heard more than a handful. I prepared myself to hear the same old retired spiel that Hilary Clinton was the wonderful warm grandmother and not the cold, ambitious woman the media loves presenting her to be, or perhaps I would be treated to the Ellen DeGeneres version of her being 'down' with the kids. I wondered, would Chelsea Clinton nae-nae her way in, or would her entrance music be "Jumpman" by beloved Canadian, Drake and Future. I was fully prepared to turn on my cynic cap and snivel all throughout her appearance, so much so that when I was in the shower I already had article titles in mind that I could use; 'Chelsea Clinton sucks just as much as her Mom' unfortunately lost out to the more sophisticated 'Why even Chelsea Clinton couldn't convince me to vote for Hilary.'

I woke up early Saturday afternoon, spent a great deal of time on my hair and make-up, and collected myself together enough to meet the daughter of the woman who could be the first female President of America. Hey, it is not every day you get to meet political royalty. My first impression of her was that she was soft-spoken and kind of ordinary, and I do not mean that as a bad thing at all. She wore casual jeans and a blazer that screamed, "I'm rich, but you could also see me in your nearest Walmart taking that last piece of salmon before you." She seemed just like your everyday person and if I blinked hard enough, I could even believe that she was one of the teachers from my secondary school, desperate to fulfill her life's purpose of inspiring young inner-city school kids into believing they were more than what people thought.

Chelsea Clinton spoke constantly of her mother, which makes sense, that was the foremost reason why she was there. She confided in us that her mom always taught her that every election was about the future. That sounds cliché, like something we've all heard from politicians time and time again, "I am here to ensure we all have a brighter and wealthier future." Redundant. Yet, coming from Chelsea Clinton in that sincere way she could engage with you, it sounded really genuine. In the short time she was here, she covered a range of topics; from why Donald Trump sucks as human being (I might be paraphrasing here), to what her Mother hopes to achieve for College students and ensuring we are able to get a fair education without a hefty price tag attached to it (which let's face it, is always a plus).

When the floor was open to the audience for questions, so many great questions were asked, but the question that stuck out to me the most was when a little boy asked: "Does it make your Mom sad when Donald Trump says mean things about her?" Her response was pretty amazing. She replied that her mom was strong and could take it, though that did not stop her mom from getting extremely upset when he said mean things about other Americans, such as Muslim-Americans, disabled Americans and even brave veterans. The single statement "for better or worse, I don't remember a time when my mom wasn't being attacked" resonated around the room. We did not either.

I do not want to kid you or myself into believing that Chelsea Clinton said anything particularly new. She did not. I did not hear a passionate speech that made the light bulb go off and make me see Hilary Clinton as the only person able to transform America and make all our lives better. That did not happen. Rather, I was reminded of something of very significant, the importance voting for the best candidate. No matter how we feel about the Clinton's and all their side-eye worthy scandals, in this election cycle, Hilary Clinton is the best candidate we have.

This came during a particularly interesting week for me. I was coming to the gradual realization that maybe I wasn't that much of science person (I'm a Pre-Pharm major) and was wondering whether I wanted to change my major to Political Science. I so desperately wanted to figure out what I wanted, who I wanted to be and what major would best decide which career field I should go in. The one thing my brain and I came to agree upon was that I want to help people. I want to give a voice to those who society does not always allow to have a voice. I want to be an advocate for those who do not look like or blend in with societies ideals of who an American is. As much as my opinion of Hilary Clinton wavers and changes on a daily basis, I do believe she has those same ideals to, or at least, her policies proclaim she does.

I disagree with a lot of things Donald Trump says, but the thing I disagree with the most is his infamous slogan 'Make America Great Again.' If you ask me, America was never great to begin with. Rather, it was a mystical land where people simply believed that good things would happen if you just work hard. It is that belief that led America to be the first country to land a man on the moon. It is the foundation of the American Dream that so many of us hold on too. The word 'great' has become so rudimentary to me. It is the type of word that I used in primary school for my creative stories after my teacher banned the word 'nice' from our vocabulary. It is so ordinary. So so bland. It is not spectacular enough to convey what it means to be American and from a man like Donald Trump, I am not surprised that is the biggest adjective he could think to use.

I do not necessarily believe that everybody who is voting for Trump is racist and misogynistic. However, there is always that niggling thought in the back of my head that perhaps those ultra-friendly white people who smile at me and awe at my British accent are thinking that I should go back to my country, wherever they think that may be. I wonder if they like Trump think less of me and my hopes and dreams just because I fit in pretty tidily into the 'other' category. Are they also demanding that I should go back to my country so their country can become 'great' again? Does the 'Trump' bumper sticker strategically placed on their trucks mean that they are cheering loudly for a wall that will keep others of my kind out of their 'great' nation? However, America does not belong to a certain demographic solely. Frankly, it is a touch arrogant, incorrect and so misguided if you think it does. America was built on the on the blood, sweat and forcible manual labor of immigrants. America is a land of immigrants. Every single person who came to be in America came as, say it with me now, an immigrant. America is no-mans land, but a safe haven for people looking for a hope and a future. Whatever you think about Hilary Clinton, if you can look past your judgment, you could maybe see that is what we will get. A better tomorrow for all of us. Not a tomorrow, where only the 1% thrive. An America where no matter who you are, no matter what your upbringing is, no matter where you come from, there is nothing holding you back from being simply and unabashedly great.