There’s nothing like waking up at 5:30 am on a Saturday. Kishore was sprawled out on the bed next to me, closed eyes, gaping mouth, mocking me with his maintained slumber. He only woke up to tell me to stop using the blender because it was, well, waking him up (I then had to make my smoothie in the bathroom with the sound of the shower drowning out the noise. Keepin’ it real).
But temporary tiredness was worth it. On Saturday morning, I attended The Raise Your Voice event, a free program geared toward empowering women and girls and promoting an end to sexual violence. The event, which I attended with my MSPP friend Meredith, featured a series of educational workshops and presentations. Mer and I decided to go to Survivor Speakers, a presentation organized by Boston Area Rape Crisis Center that featured three sexual-assault survivors talking about their rape experiences and more importantly, sharing how they survived such traumas. The event was really captivating for me. I was particularly compelled by the extent to which the survivors differed in how they communicated their stories and insight – some were candid and used humor while others were more consistently somber; some provided elaboration while others provided more terse explanations and responses. Such discrepancies highlighted the complexity of the human experience, from how one processes the trauma to how one expresses their emotions and thoughts regarding it.
After this event, I met up with my girl Erika, who serves as Co-Chair of MSPP’s Student Coordinating Committee. She and I are organizing and running a performance of Eve Ensler’s A Memory, A Monologue, A Rant, and A Prayer at MSPP, an event involving a series of monologues geared toward ending sexual violence. We met up at Trident Booksellers on Newbury Street, a small, quaint bookstore that features a yummy cafe with the BEST smoothies (smoothies that probably weren’t blended in a bathroom with a shower running) - the perfect place to discuss the monologues and the overall theme of the event… and gossip about boys and other good stuff.
After such a crazy Saturday, it’s no surprise that I slept in on Sunday, blended my smoothie in the kitchen like a rockstar, and watched TV all day with my boy while holding my homework on my lap to convince myself that I was being productive. Hope you all had a good weekend.