First day of classes of the second semester of first year
Monday, January 6th, 1992
Today...was...a day.
Alex woke up. She exercised...kinda. Took a shower, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and tried not to fall over asleep. Finally, she pulled on dark blue jeans, a long-sleeve white shirt, black sweater, and converse.
Alex dragged her backpack on. She walked down then up many staircases. Entered the Great Hall. Sat two seats down from Blaise. And...didn't eat.
Alex picked up her bag. Left the Hall. And went to Transfiguration.
Alex went to Charms. She went to Potions. Herbology. Lunch, no food, again. History of magic. And DADA.
After the last class of the day was over Alex walked robotically to the library. Her head felt fuzzy and she was still so tired. But, she studied.
She studied, then flinched when a ding rang out in the quiet. It was 4:45. Time to go to United.
Alex left the library, still lugging her heavy bag. She walked up staircases. And entered her improvised classroom.
Alex sat and waited.
Kat came in. Gracie. Olive. Blaise. Lavender. Damian. Caden. Alec. Susan. Jasper. Etc., etc.
Alex started the meeting at 5:02. She didn't know what to say. She spoke anyway.
This club matters because...representation. Representation matters because...human rights. Human rights matter because...life is important.
Alex went on and on. She felt like a broken record. At least she was talking.
Alex had never been more happy than when the clock hit 6:53 and she could leave. Alex loved United. Now it felt like a chore.
Alex pulled her bag onto her shoulders...again. She walked down the stair cases to the Great Hall...again. She sat down and didn't eat...again.
Alex found herself back in her dorm lying on her bed staring at the ceiling at 8:00.
Hang out. Exercise. Shower. Brush teeth. Comb hair. Read. Go to bed.
It was too much.
Alex rolled over.
Shower. Brush teeth. Comb hair. Go to bed.
Too much.
Shower. Comb hair. Go to bed.
Too much.
Comb hair. Go to bed.
Too much.
Go to bed.
That would work.
Alex re-positioned and half-halfheartedly pulled her comforter onto her body.
She was dead to the world by 8:22.
Maybe tomorrow would be better....
No it wouldn't.