AGA Roll Call: A Day in the Life

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A day in the life of Em

Blinking in the dark at 4 am, pretty typical of a Monday. Sunday is a sober day, most of the time, nice, although sleep is a constant battle. Up at 6. All the in between is a blur of torturous silence, where some may find solace I find torment in my own company.

All those hour's but somehow I am always late for school, usually due to my inability to function without caffeine and nicotine. Damn the change I saved for parking, still at home tucked in the pocket of my other jacket.

Embarrassingly late to first class, and it drags, god it drags. I hate my glasses, yet without I can never see the board, never early enough to class to sit even remotely close to the front. More blur.

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AGA Roll Call: A Day in the Life

What's a day in the life of a young feminist like, from start to finish? Not a special day, not a day your autobiographer will write about, just a plain old, average day.

Take notes on a day in your life, or reflect on a day at day's end. You can make a checklist that goes hour to hour, you can be more creative and spin a line or two of prose for each hour that passes. You can tell us all the things your body does, and/or all the places your head and heart go. You can pick a day that started like any other, but brought you to an unexpected place: a morning that begins, for instance, with walking the dog, checking email and packing a lunch can culminate with the loss of a friend, or with something happening in your neighborhood that makes the morning's seemingly dull activities take on new meaning.

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