Would get up at 4:00 a.m. to avoid the morning rush.
You think you’re so grown up — but this is wrong! I protested.
Pounding my fists in the air — pleading — preaching — meaningless nothingness to a bunch of boys — mostly — who just did not care, really. My twin sister said I looked like an aerobics instructor. We were roommates and outvoted — completely.
Co-ed bathrooms made no sense. The never-been-renovated shower room was built for 20 — at least. And that daily lineup at the urinals was just — unpleasant.
Freshman year — in the Quad — at Brown — was miserable.
Stopped by an ashram in Taos, New Mexico— only briefly, I figured. Had heard about their chai — blessed by a holy man — sitting ‘neath a sacred tree. Think I saw him in the garden. He looked happy. Kind.
The bathroom looked like a dressing room with super long pieces of cloth dividing the stalls. Definitely different. Quiet. Intimate.
Hardly even noticed those Teva-wearing-caveman-feet clomp-clomp-clomping into the stall next to mine.