So Much Support, Nowhere to Caucus

I am a white male university student, and I am a Hillary Clinton supporter. I was so excited when I got the e-mail from her campaign telling me there was a Delegate Selection Caucus, and that I could participate by pledging my support to her. Living near a large university, and expecting mostly Obama supporters, I decided it was my duty to make sure that my voice be heard in her support. I also thought the idea of becoming a Delegate to the convention--representing my great state of Missouri--was something worth doing. Even on cruches. Even in the freezing rain. Even with class. All of which were hurdles I had to endure on my trip to my caucus site.
But it was okay: I had gotten the address for my town from the official Missouri Democrat website and the GPS in my phone was navigating me there. I got there at 6:30, when the doors opened, leaving ample time for mixups, mishaps, and whatnots. I had learned from experience that these things tended to turn up at official elections. I wasn't worried though, I had time to handle any mixup.
I was interviewed by the local news (who could resist a dashing young cripple?) and soon realized that I was right to come. By 7:25, there were around twenty people, and the cameraman joked that I was "in" because I was the only visible Clinton supporter. I was so excited. Maybe I would get to go the state convention in Columbia, or even--dreaming, now--Denver. At 7:30 the doors closed, and frankly, I was giddy.
At 7:40 I was informed that I was in the wrong Township. The website had failed me. My part of University city was part of Hadley township (on the border actually) not University township. But I should have known that, of course. Unfortunately, when I should have known that was about an hour earlier, when I first came in, or when I was filling in paperwork, or when they were checking my name (which I thought they had to do before they even let me fill out the paperwork). No, I was told at 7:40, when it was too late to go anywhere else.
So over the next two hours I went through the process of filing a Formal Challenge, which was not very formal, and quite a challenge. After a number of phone calls, a handwritten testimony, gathering of signatures, and a trip to the Hadley township to do the process all over again, I find myself here: waiting to see if I will have the chance to make my voice heard.
I probably wont hear anything from the Missouri Democratic Party anytime soon, but a nice lady told me I should go to this website and vent. Thank you nice lady, I feel much better.

Questions? Comments? I wanna hear them!

Drew