A Day in the Live of a Pagan Activist

  • 10am: Wake up, go back to sleep, and have extensively detailed dreams about having to pack up and move out of my dorm room even though I just got moved in. The year's over already? I think I need more sleep....
  • 11am: Get up and realize I'm already a bit late for class. Go down to class, run into Celeste on the way, and get easily talked into ditching Theater of Social Comment in favor of geeking at CPM. Hey, I want to check my email and see about my date with Penni - this is MUCH higher on my priorities list! groan.
  • 12:15: After an hour of geeking, reluctantly close my email folders and drag myself to lunch.
  • 12:20: Realize how mind-bogglingly BAAAAAAD lunch is today. BAD BAD BAD. Disgusting enough to sit there hitting myself because the pain of hitting my arm repeatedly dulls the far greater pain of looking at the two faux-Mexican meat entrees, veggie entree alternative consisting solely of the oh-so-Latina boston baked beans, and weirdly pale tortillas. And something they called "Howling Coyote Soup." I got a plate of shredded spicy roadkill thinking it would be the obligatory meatless entree, but no. WRONG! Lunch today is far worse than usual, so bad that Andra sits down with us and immediately starts kvetching about it. I thought I was just being stressed-out and overreacting, but apparently not. I grab a handful of yellow comment cards and ballpoints and everyone starts filling them out.
  • 1pm: Time for History. I dropped a drawing class in favor of this Andy Workman creation because Cola is in it, the books include one on queer stuff during WWII and not just in the military!, and there's a TON of stuff on the media's role in our society in the past and present - a winning combo, especially if I'm going to major in Social Change with a focus on mass media. It's a good class, but as I walk in I hear Vanessa giving updates on Professor Noonan's imminent firing, and run to Stern 14 to throw together a petition for her. Back in ten.
  • 1:50: Off to Stern to geek while Cola does her UA thing. She has a line waiting for her before she even walks in. Eeek. I write up an email announcing the year's first Lesbian Avengers meeting, open up my hotmail account with Lynx, and start click-and-dropping old Fire digests into html files so members can check out their old threads. Along the way, I find two more cases of harassment and one more case of court bias that go into the records of anti-Pagan hate crimes I've finally begun keeping.
  • 3pm: Take a break from the joy that is updating Fire pages to switch computer labs so I can do my MCS 63 (Java Programming) workshop whilst I geek. I sure do a lot of this geeking stuff, don't I? Instead of doing the workshop, I end up creating this file.
  • 3:30: stop for long enough to do the workshop.
  • 4:00-5:30: Continue geeking, until Celeste appears and geeks and announces she's off to dinner. Realize I forgot all about the MCS department barbecue and go with her and some other geeks to chow down on veggie burgers and argue about whether Susan Bassein is a cutie or not. I say she is, but apparently those of us who HAVE girlfriends disagree. Yeah, cause you no longer have a libido! Okay, this tangent is going to need to be cut out of the final version :)
  • 6:30: Leave the barbecue early to see if I can score dinner there AND in the dining hall. Totally fail to make dinner in OM and proceed... to the computer lab. Am I boring you yet?