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yournewapartment · 6 years ago

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angeltriestoblog · 6 years ago

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Second sem (and freshman year) recap

It’s pretty hard to believe, but another chapter of my college journey is finally over and done with. Since I had ended the first half of the school year in such high spirits, I didn’t really believe upperclassmen when they warned that things were only going to get harder from there. In fact, I even thought I’d be the one to prove them wrong! I mean, with a class schedule that looked like this, how would I run out of time for all the things I both needed and wanted to do? My Tuesdays and Thursdays were practically free, save for that one Math class I had to attend in the morning that I surprisingly never cut.

For the most part of the semester, I was in a chill state compared to everyone else. I claimed that I had successfully adjusted to the demands of higher education to the point where I found what once was an unreasonable workload to be manageable. I was able to make time for my home org’s activities and devote enough attention to the only project I was deployed to, which I touched on a bit in my first recap blog post (linked here in case you want to jog your memory). As previously mentioned, I was assigned as one of the Documentations Heads under the Information Management department of the Career Building Program, a three-phase event that gives its participants a glimpse into the corporate world. We kicked things off with a resume writing workshop that I was lucky enough to join. The facilitator assigned to me gave useful insights that I was able to apply in the creation of my own curriculum vitae, which I am keen on using when it’s my turn to apply for internships and jobs in the future. I obviously don’t have much on it yet, seeing as I’m just a freshman, but the idea of filling it up with more experiences over the years is exciting me in ways I cannot explain.

Our group was even given the opportunity to explore the studio of the country’s biggest network, where we were briefed by executives in communications and IT and toured around the sets of our favorite shows. We even ran into Luis Manzano while he was filming Minute to Win It! Unfortunately, I wasn’t scouted by any representative from Star Magic and spontaneously put in a love team with Donny Pangilinan, but I guess that’s alright.

I also went to Talent Night with some friends (not in pictures: Gela's boyfriend and ICA barkada), which is shocking since I’m honestly not the type to attend parties like this. I’ve always been the girl who stayed home and binge watched YouTube videos on a Friday night. But, I guess the drunk confidence of those I was with rubbed off on me and I managed to pull through! It was also a plus that Timmy Albert was one of the performers: I do pass him by along the corridors quite frequently, but it’s just different seeing him sing and play an instrument in front of a crowd, especially since I’ve loved Roses and Sunflowers even before I got into Ateneo.

One surprise that I definitely did not see coming was participating in Daloy, our annual program that revolves around corporate social responsibility. This year, we decided to shed a light on how this could be seen in the Philippine clothing industry, so it seemed fitting to hold some talks featuring prominent figures in this field, as well as a fashion show to exhibit the collections of local brands that advocated sustainability. I was really interested in the concept when I first heard of it, and initially wanted to go as a mere audience member - little did I know that I would be tapped by the committee to model! To this day, I don’t know how or why I was chosen: from what I know, there were even screenings held a week prior to the event to determine who would get to walk the runway. But, I was messaged three days before and in that short span of time, I had to fit clothes, find pieces in my closet to match them and perfect my walk (which took several tries on my part, given the fact that when shy, I’m stiff as a board).

Agreeing to join was a huge step out of my comfort zone - the closest I’ve ever come to strutting on a catwalk was back when family members would ask me to “walk like a fashion model” as a kid during reunions. So, the fact that it had all paid off in the end, and that I was even complimented for the way I looked and performed beyond what was probably expected, was definitely a huge confidence boost for me. I couldn’t have done it without Nelly, Daloy’s project head who patiently guided me through the entire process before the show.

Shoutout as well to the other ACTM upperclassmen who were so friendly to me this school year. We may not have any pictures together, but you deserve a spot on this post nevertheless: Gella, my "boss" (hehe) who was always so patient when I asked questions and even went out of her way to say such kind words about my writing; Sam Que who made me feel like we had already known each other for so long even if we had just talked for the first time, and Ysagab who constantly reassured me that I was doing a good job even if I was looking like such a rookie.

My presence in events wasn’t limited to those of ACTM, though. I also went to the Loyola Film Circle’s Under the Stars, where I was able to see the live performances of OPM acts and watch one of my favorite chick flicks beneath the beautiful night sky. Since it took place the day after Valentine’s, I was surrounded by Ateneans and their significant others (who didn’t hold back at all when it came to publicly displaying their affection), but I didn’t even mind since I was content in the company of both my college constants and high school friends.

I dropped by Sulyap as well, which was the culminating activity of the Ateneo Heights Writers Workshop and the launch of the chapbook of their fellows. It was one of the busiest Fridays of the school year, but I still made it a point to go, because I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to be a part of something organized by my dream org, Ateneo’s premier literary publication. As much as I love my course and the people in it, I have to admit that I haven’t been able to exercise much of my creative side. So being in a room full of like-minded individuals and hearing them speak lengthily about their works and the process that brought them to life was a refreshing experience, a much-needed break from the usual routine. My personal favorite was Unica Hijas by Mikaela Regis, which revolved around a lesbian couple trying to make their relationship work despite the fact that they study in a conservative, all-girls high school - a setting which is all too familliar to me.

It’s also worth noting that I was sorta able to tick a particular item off my freshman year bucket list. And I say sorta, because… well, you’ll see. It’s been a dream of mine ever since to watch a UAAP basketball game live, show up to the arena in a bright blue shirt, cheer as loud as I can when a player makes a point and raise my fist in the air while Song for Mary plays in the background. But, even if I’m consistently in school by 6am, I was never able to get tickets - I couldn’t match the efforts of some fans, who would camp overnight just to get their hands on them. But, just when I thought there was no more chance for me to show my school pride at a match, my friend Mika offered me a free ticket to the Ateneo Lady Eagles’ volleyball match against FEU at the Filoil Arena one Wednesday. We weren’t really on speaking terms before because we were from different cliques, but after bonding over K-Pop, I saw how nice and chill of a person she actually is. So, I didn’t want to turn her down even if I was hesitant to go at first. You see, I was never a fan - in fact, I didn’t know how the game went despite the PE lessons I had back in Grade 5. (Ms. Abella, if you see this, I’m sorry.) But, it didn’t take a lot of convincing for me to agree and I ended up enjoying way more than I thought I would. Fortunately, I was able to catch on when it came to the rules of the sport: the energy of the crowd was contagious as well, and the performance of the players was way too good it was impossible not to shout either out of triumph or frustration. Once we made it to the finals against UST, I even found myself waiting for announcements on where to buy tickets. I didn’t get any though, because they were either sold out due to the ever-increasing demand (ALE fans don’t play around) or there was a conflict in schedule (hi, Enlit play).

Despite this, I streamed the last game and screamed like I was actually in the venue myself. Apologies to all our neighbors, who probably thought someone was getting killed in the house beside theirs. I was so proud when they brought home the championship after three years, I even bought a Team Ateneo shirt (it’s not that hard to guess whose name is on the back) and went to the bonfire with my friends Gwen, Julia and Lou. I had hoped to meet and take a picture with the players, but they were already far too wasted when I arrived. Like, seriously. I saw Maddie Madayag chug a whole bottle of Mule right before my eyes.

So, you could say that it was all fun and games (quite literally) for me until hell weeks eventually rolled in. Plural form intended. I found out that all my professors were just holding back every major requirement until the very last stretch of the semester. Suddenly, my schedule was chock full of presentations and final papers, comprehensive exams and extra classes that put my time management and endurance to the test. I spent many days in Matteo Down just like before, but also started going to the floor above it in case I wanted to suffer in the company of more people. The studying would only continue once I got home: I’d pull all-nighters despite my brain’s and skin’s desperate cries for help, as manifested in my worsening acne. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that stressed in my life, and it’s scary to think that that’s only the tip of the iceberg in the Ateneo.

Coping mechanisms I’ve picked up to help me deal with these unavoidable circumstances would be trying every restaurant along the Katipunan area whenever I had free time (which I will elaborate on more extensively in another blog post, so do watch out for that!) and eventually discovering Pancake House’s corned beef hash, which I love so much I once had it thrice in the span of a week. Another one would be the addition of yet another emotional support K-Pop boy to my collection. After watching My ID is Gangnam Beauty over Holy Week break, I fell in love with Cha Eunwoo and his god-tier visuals, mild demeanor, impressive English skills and heartfelt determination. This led me to binge watching reality show episodes and furiously putting the entire discography of Astro on loop. If you look at my Last.fm, you could see how Crazy Sexy Cool easily climbed to the top of my most played songs, sitting prettily at the #1 spot with over 300 plays in just a little over two months.

Although I constantly had to bear the pressure and stress on my shoulders over the past academic year, I am eternally grateful to Ateneo for equipping me with lessons both within and beyond the realm of academics that have helped me grow into someone I never imagined, but am happy to have turned into anyway. When my naive and starry-eyed self first entered college, I had such high hopes for what my experience would be and proceeded to map out the next four years of my life in accordance with the vision I had in my head. Having just broken free from the metaphorical chains of my previous school, I found it to be the perfect time to transform into a student who excelled academically, had a long and winding list of extracurricular activities and easily built a vast network of connections thanks to her pleasing and magnetic personality. If I got lucky, maybe I’d have one of those so-called “college blooms” and even get myself an actual boyfriend!

This isn’t something unique to me, I bet a lot of people entered this new stage of their lives with the same mindset so I wasn’t the only one in shock upon realizing that it doesn’t always play out that way in real life. Because of these ridiculous expectations we have implanted in our heads, that basically state that we have to be successful in everything we do and fast, we subconsciously keep ourselves from enjoying the process. In our desire to aim high and aspire for perfection in all that we do, we could end up failing to acknowledge the small yet equally important wins we gain along the way: the friend we make outside of our block despite the sheer discomfort we experience in meeting new people, or the answer we gave in class that impressed our most intimidating professor could appear minuscule when placed beside our goal of being straight-A student who’s active in seven orgs. In addition, we deprive ourselves of the allowance to make mistakes, stray from taking the detours and breaks we need to remain functional human beings and often drive ourselves to the point of fatigue and burnout. And when we are still not flourishing and thriving as planned, we fall prey to toxic comparison: we pit ourselves against others who don’t have the same background or circumstances as we do and question why our progress doesn’t match with theirs.

This is obviously such a toxic way to go about things. Talk about sucking the fun out of what’s supposed to be the four most enjoyable years of our lives. Thankfully, over time, I did some growing up, if you will, and channeled the power of acceptance - both of what I am and what I am not, and the will of God (or whichever supreme being you've placed your faith in) who meticulously planned out what’s ahead of me before I was even old enough to know what school was. I now work to the best of my ability, confident that all I have to do is put in my share of the hard work and see where it takes me, and am also more gentle with myself when I make mistakes.

On a somewhat lighter note, I’ve also been able to form my own opinions about very controversial issues on campus: an example of which would be what I think is the best CR - the answer is definitely Arete. You can’t go wrong with its triple killer combo of aircon, bidet and strong WiFi connection. The only possible downside could be the fact that there are usually a lot of people, so it’s not the best option if you’re planning on being loud and… um, smelly. The secluded and fragrant Leong Hall and ever-reliable New Lib restrooms come in second and third place respectively, while honorable mentions include the 2F Kostka CR (but only from 6:00-7:00am, when no one else is around) and this one specific stall in the Socsci building that's spacious enough that I can bring all my belongings inside with me.

Another point for discussion would be the superior place to eat on school grounds: this might cause an uproar, I’m aware, but I still believe it’s JSEC, despite the stark price difference compared to other cafeterias on campus. I was set on trying something from every stall before the school year ended, but I was too fixated on my top picks: I don’t have any regrets though. In fact, I wish I had more of the beef salpicao with calamares on the side from Casa Paella, the Superbowl from Blendabowls and The Coop fries with garlic aioli served on the side. Besides the fact that the food served is satisfying beyond measure, I enjoy the chit-chats I have with the ates and kuyas manning the stalls, who never fail to ask me how I am and tell me about the cute chinito boys they see on campus that they think I might like.

Although I can’t completely rule out Gonzaga, because of this particular stall with quality liempo and a kuya who always gives me a five peso discount. (I’ve been told he does this with girls he finds cute, but I have yet to confirm that). Also, it’s the only place on campus that I know of that sells fresh fruits by the kilo - perfect for those days when I try to convince myself to go on a diet before I relapse and binge eat at Pancake House.

A lot of people do say that ISO sisig is worth the cross-campus walk it’ll take to get there (e-jeep rides are more recommended! An experience in itself! Especially if you’re seated in the back, where there’s a constant feeling of being sucked in a vacuum! But, I digress) - it might just be a matter of preference, but I think it’s overrated. A destination that deserves more attention is the Cervini Hall cafeteria just by the university dormitories. I’ve only been there a grand total of two times so I don’t exactly have any specific favorites on the menu that I recommend, but I’d definitely still go for the homey ambience.

As for superior study places, Matteo Down has been tried and tested several times: I do prefer getting a place opposite to the entrance though, because it does get distracting having to see people enter and go out the door so often. What was supposed to be a study session often ends up becoming a game to see how many people are wearing a striped shirt today. I usually spend time on the fourth floor of the Rizal Library, and get the couch as often as I can because of the comfort (and charger) it provides.

Of course, I wouldn’t have been able to power through this year without the help of my closest friends: Sevi, Gwen, Raya and Christine. I always had this nagging fear in the back of my head that I wouldn’t be able to find a tight-knit group once I got to college, but thank you for proving me wrong. Thank you for letting me be my true self, for entertaining even my most random thoughts and for accepting all the kalat that comes with being my friend. I sincerely hope that we stay together and have more Gino’s dates in the future along with Chloe!

To Gela, Jill, Shar (and Dom, but we don’t have any pictures together except for the last one HAHAHA) - I didn’t expect at all that I’d be writing about you guys. I was so intimidated by all of you at first, because I felt like we were so different in terms of our upbringing and environment. But after getting to know you, I came to realize that you are seriously some of the most down-to-earth, chill people ever. Thank you for always providing quality chismis, volunteering to find me chinito boys to date and giving me apps to make my IG stories look cuter.

To the rest of X1, we weren’t exactly the most united and we knew that - it’s just that we were probably the most diverse out of all the groups in our batch, and with that comes clashing personalities and differing opinions and interests. But, nevertheless, I am content with the time we managed to spend together, where I was able to get to know all of you!

To the friends that I made outside of my block (and even my course), thank you for laughing at my jokes and telling me that I'm fun to talk to. Hopefully, we get to hang out more and maybe even have common classes in the future hehe

To my Enlit section, we barely spoke to one another during the first semester so I fell under the impression that you were all stoic and no fun to be with. But, I was proven wrong eventually. I wish I was able to talk to more people in LL, but to the classmates I was closest to (Dootie, Cyrah, Czarina, She and Jessa), I will never forget our side comments and mini-rant sessions. I heard we’re having another English subject come sophomore year, and I really hope I end up with you guys again.

All in all, there is no other word that could sum up the experience that was my freshman year in college better than “adventure”. It was every single emotion on the spectrum All At Once, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world - in fact, during the first half of the semester, I admit that I’d entertain thoughts of alternate universes where I’d be an Iska/Lasallista/Tomasino out of sheer curiosity, but now I just can’t imagine myself anywhere else. Anyway, enough with all that drama. I’m going back to school in three weeks to start my summer term, which we fondly (lmao) refer to as intersession. So, there’s technically nothing to miss.

Hope the rest of you enjoy the summer break that I unfortunately will not be able to experience until I graduate from college! Wishing you nothing but love and light, always.

Angel

#life update #angeltriestoblog #life dump #angel crawled her way thru freshman year!!!!#COULD U BELIEVE #angel is now a sophomore #that's disgusting

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epochryphal · 8 years ago

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mmm hey mind if I ask about, like, subjective experience-type motivations for going on blockers? and/or psychological effects of them? because like, I kept telling myself for years that dissociation as a method of dealing with dysphoria was a better/cheaper option than dealing with Fucking Doctors, but... here I am not at work now for the past week because I can't lift more than 10 lbs currently, So.

i mean…. hm.

so i did get to have my blockers covered by insurance for $0, nice (after paying out of pocket $200 for one month’s dose uncovered, not nice)

also got a bunch of “oh noes but this is for CANCER PATIENTS and I, As A Cancer Patient, Hated It, It’s Bad” from family members which wh… and “no no this is Temporary because Your Bones and Unstudied” from doctors, who wanted to do a lot of Observing levels of things to let me stay on it

which is…why.. i… decided hey, how about i Naturally reduce my hormone level, but Not to the zero oh-no-bones-what-is-science level, by just having one outta two ovaries out. yeah? yeah

this is apparently about the same as going on blockers but a littler Safer, Maybe, We Still Just Don’t Know

but yes. so, the whole specter of POSSIBLY MENOPAUSE! which is there with t also but Somehow Different, Handwaving. and that was an actual concern because heyyy that can be a time for bipolar ii to kick up symptoms and have a first manic/mixed episode, which is common in my family actually. so there was watching for THAT.

otherwise it… i mean…. i did feel better while on them. i don’t know if that was a placebo effect of Finally, Progress? and it was only for a year while i was waiting for surgery to go through (which they, wouldn’t do until i, tried blockers?? ???)

however nothing really…stands out. as a major sign they were doing anything. (although i mean… what IS gender. what IIIS dysphoria. fuck.) there miiight be some records of it on my transition blog, @blockers-and-ectomies, but i’m not sure i haven’t, poked that much lately because it’s kind of depressing and full of medical trauma that was more to do with surgery and subtle doctor badness blahblah autism blah.

they’re supposedly pretty low risk for short-term use, in the low dose i was given anyway? which was nowhere near high enough to affect menstrual nonsense btw other than maybe make it a little wonky. it’s the whole “long-term no hormones weak bones” thing which, makes no sense to me given eunuchs have always existed

but yeah. that was through the center for excellence in transgender health’s doctor, maddie deutsch, buuut i could only see her through ucsf’s women’s center… which despite having gq and man gender options, multiply misgendered me including on envelopes of paperwork to my house thanks, and one time the receptionist took Initiative and Asked me if i was Sure the Gender was Right on my Forms. i hate.

…this is. maybe partially about what you asked about. sorry! i hate doctors. take an advocate with you, god i wish i had more often.

#i'll have you know i grew up in hospitals having surgeries because disability and i LOVED hospitals and doctors.#even through the end of college.#but then... THEN: non-normative transition that i personally had to advocate for outside of a university setting with paid reps #hell.#nonbinary bloggin #estrogen blockers #dysphoria bloggin #menstruation ment #medical trauma shit

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lisabelkin-yahoonews · 8 years ago

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'Our world changes today': a journey to the Women's March on Washington

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When the group of a dozen women arrive at the staging spot for the Women’s March on Washington on Saturday morning – just after dawn, if all goes as planned, to grab spots up front – it will have been 24 hours since they left home.

On Friday morning they headed out of town in their white rental van, a loose knit group of friends of friends of friends. They ranged in age from 17 to 70. Some were gay, some straight, one transgender. All shades of skin, in skin tone from dark to light. They were teachers, nurses, students, restaurant workers, animal rights advocates and retirees.

All felt called to join what for most was the first organized protest of their lives. Fueled by junk food, a passionate playlist, and a belief that they needed to stand up and be counted, they spent 12 hours in a van from Louisville, KY, and a night on floors, couches and inflatable mattresses in and around Washington DC, to become a dozen individuals in a sea of what is expected to be several hundreds of thousands of others.

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Friday, 8 AM

The plan was to drive on Friday in order to ignore the inauguration. “Counter-programming,” joked Bridget Pitcock, chief of staff at a managed care company in Louisville. This trip was her idea. Reading about early plans for the march soon after Election Day, she called her wife of three years, Meg Hancock, and announced they would need to rent a van and fill it with others who were “outraged and in despair.”

Now they had, and once the van was filled to bursting with people, luggage and hand-drawn signs, Hancock, an assistant professor of sports administration at the University of Louisville, paused before taking the driver’s seat to offer a prayer she’d written a few days before.

“Let’s take a moment of silence for the world we knew,” she said. “If you march to say ‘fuck you’ to Trump, I get that. But if you march to say ‘fuck yeah’ for women, for people of color, for the disenfranchised, I’ll be the first to hand you a megaphone. The fact is, today we know our world changes, but it’s not because Donald Trump says it does. It’s because WE say it does. And we say how it does.”

“Because today,” Hancock continued, “is a demonstration of our commitment to each other, to our LGBT brothers and sisters. To our our black and brown brothers and sisters. To our Muslim brothers, but especially our sisters. To our Syrian refugees, to our immigrants. To our homeless, our poor, our hungry. We commit to listen, to seek to understand, to stand up, to rise up, to educate, to advocate. Our world changes today not because of Donald Trump. Our world changes today because of us. And it is an honor to be a part of that change with you.”

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9 AM

There was a lot of talk in the van about backpacks. And fanny packs. And charging spots. And bathroom locations. For weeks memos had been filling the official March website, and among the instructions was a restriction of the size of carry-alls, to 8x6x4. Clear plastic backpacks could be slightly bigger though, 8x8x6. There was also advice to buy Metro cards in advance by mail, followed by articles in the Washington Post saying the surge in demand for Metro cards meant many who had ordered weeks in advance would not have them in time for the march — including the dozen women in the van.

Ah, the logistics of a protest.

The conversation turned to the list of speakers that had only recently been released. “My nana fangirled over Gloria Steinem and Angela Davis,” said Blair Wilson, a 19-year-old college student who was traveling to the march with her grandmother, Linda Wilhelms. A veteran of marches – her first protest, in 1969, was against the Vietnam War – Wilhelms was excited to introduce her only granddaughter to this world. “Having her there, experiencing the emotions and energy of the event, was my motivation to attend,” Wilhelms said. “She is an amazingly strong-willed, opinionated young woman. I have worked hard to help her develop a sense of right and wrong, and she is all I ever hoped she would be. She is my hero!”

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10 AM

Each was marching for reasons that were the same, but slightly different.

Courtney Hardesty, a service manager at a Louisville restaurant, was marching “because of the repugnant rhetoric used in the last election” and “because there is so much to be done on the front of social justice.”

Kelsey Westbrook, the co-director of a nonprofit animal welfare agency, was marching “because each and every day since November 9, I’ve woken up with a disturbingly sullen, deep-rooted sadness that Trump will soon take over the highest office in the land. I’m going because I feel as though I’ve got to do something that particular day to stand with other women and allies in solidarity. I’m going because there are so many women who aren’t able or willing to go. I’m going because I won’t let his inauguration halt my motivation for progress and equality in our country and in my community.”

Jocelyn Duke, an artist with a background in social work and as a basketball coach, is marching because “it troubles me that we have placed a man in the White House who has openly disrespected and degraded so many people who are different from himself. I march for myself, my twin, my mother, every young woman that I’ve coached, the young women and girls I don’t know. But most of all, I march for my beautiful nieces who will grow up knowing that they are valuable and powerful because of their amazing minds and loving spirits. I pray that we get to a place where we truly love and respect one another so that our children and future generations have a better and safe world to live in.”

Kaitlin U’sellis, an analyst at a healthcare company, was marching for women’s health. In June she miscarried twins. The fetuses had to be removed with medical intervention. “I have always been pro-choice,” she said. “But since then I’m more aware of the need for women’s access to healthcare. I am marching to keep government out of my uterus and my bedroom.”

The twins’ due date was January 20. Instead she spent the day in the van.

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These dozen women, friends of friends of friends, drove through Inauguration Day from Louisville, KY to be in Washington for today’s Women’s March. (Photo: Lisa Belkin/Yahoo News)

11 AM

They tried to shut the world out of the white rental van with the tinted windows. No one even thought of tuning to live coverage of the swearing in. But it was impossible to keep the outside from leaking in. They read jokes aloud that they found on Twitter: “The Bible just backed out of the inauguration.” They shared a a meme, a campaign poster of Obama/Warren 2020 – Michelle, that is.

The change of administration registered to them in a bizarre time delay. They watched the video of the awkward welcome of the Trumps to the White House by the Obamas, complete with that Tiffany box no one knew what to do with. But they didn’t see it until a half an hour after it happened.

“Hillary Clinton wears suffragette white to Trump inauguration,” someone read, out of actual order.

“There’s a tweet about a plane of all women headed to the march,” said someone else.

“Did you hear Southwest Airlines has pink lighting inside all its cabins today?”

They discussed any topic but the one that loomed largest.

The closer it got to noon, the quieter the voices became, and the louder the music. Maddie Dalton, the 17-year-old transgender girl who forced the bathroom question in Louisville’s public schools and won, hooked her iPhone to the sound system and blared the Hamilton Mixtape.

“Immigrants, we get the job done,” the group sang in unison.

As Mike Pence was being sworn in as vice-president, Hancock switched the music to Beyonce’s Lemonade.

And at about the moment they knew Donald Trump was holding the Bible, Pitcock turned on the song she has specially selected for the moment, Lily Allen’s “Fuck You.” The van vibrated with sound.

“So you say, It’s not okay to be gay/Well, I think you’re just evil/You’re just some racist who can’t tie my laces/Fuck you.”

They followed that with Common’s “The Day Women Took Over.”

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12:30 PM

Having welcomed this Yahoo News reporter along for their ride, it was time to Skype with the team covering the Inauguration in Yahoo’s New York studio. They watched, waiting their turn, as Katie Couric talked to Matt Bai about the protests, the bottles and bricks thrown at police, the militarized response with tear gas and arrests.

The video on the Skype screen was the first they had seen. Are they worried, Couric asked. Do they condone the violence?

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Meg Hancock tries on a bandanna after the group, worried about tear gas, buys out the Dollar Store. (Photo: Lisa Belkin/Yahoo News)

1:30 PM

Over lunch at a quaint spot next to a gas station, not far off the highway, the women discussed whether in fact they were worried. They turned to Wilhelms, the veteran of marches, who stressed that the cause of this gathering was not violent.

But, she added, it is always helpful to have a scarf to tie around your nose and mouth in the event of tear gas. And soaking that scarf in water is even more effective.

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2 PM

Dalton scouted out a nearby Dollar Store for bandannas and Hancock bought a dozen for the group. They debated whether the blue and red ones made some sort of political statement.

Hancock suggested that each woman choose a “buddy” to keep track of her whereabouts should chaos break out.

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5 PM

As Washington neared, the traffic increased. So did the fog. The bags of pretzels, trail mix and Little Debbie Oatmeal Crème pies became less appetizing.

The Trump administration version of the new White House website contained no LGBT Rights page, a headline read. The public petition page was gone, too. And the section of the site that had been about Civil Rights was now about standing up for law enforcement.

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6 PM

Other cars inched along in nearby lanes, clearly headed for the march. The women spotted a license plate from Nevada with “Love Trumps Hate” written on the back window. A charter bus from St. Louis, whose passengers could be seen in the windows reading other headlines on other screens.

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8 PM

The group scatters to various couches and sleeping bags. They will reconvene at 7 AM, on a street corner a short walk from the start of the March, to continue their journey. _____

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Porn Star Maddy O'Reilly Claims Matthew Perry Hit Her Up For '40/50' Painkillers — & She Fears The Recovered Addict Might Have Relapsed!

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Matthew Perry's friends might not be there for him, but porn star Maddy O'Reilly will be.

The adult film actress fears the recovered addict is relapsing after he allegedly hit her up two weeks ago asking if she knew anyone who could help him "purchase some pills."

Related: Rose McGowan Will Fight Felony Cocaine Charge

Maddy told DailyMail that the Friends star, a former lover of hers, contacted her asking to get him "40/50" prescription pills. When the 27-year-old asked what kind, the actor replied:

"Vicaden (sic)/Roxy's/oxys."

Perry, an outspoken advocate for addiction recovery since going public with his own substance abuse issues, was referring to Vicodin, Roxicodone and OxyContin -- three highly addictive opioid painkillers.

In purported text exchanges obtained by DailyMail, the sitcom actor apparently told the porn star he would be willing to pay "a lot" for the pills -- a desperate plea that worried the adult actress. She told DM:

"I was shocked, I knew he is a recovering addict but it was coming out of nowhere, why would he ask me something like that, it's not like we partied or I have a reputation for partying."

The two may have not partied, but they do have an intimate past.

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The Penthouse cover model says she first met Perry in 2013 through a mutual friend. She allegedly went over to his house and the two had "a very nice evening" watching a movie in his screen room before they "ended up having sex."

At the time, Maddy didn't suspect the actor was taking opioids -- she contends that "he seemed very normal, sober," adding "we didn't even have a glass of wine."

But when Perry randomly got back it touch with Maddy on August 28, she grew concerned for his well being. After Perry invited her to dinner only to cancel at the last minute, the actor admitted he had been "going through a detox thing" and had "a nurse at my house."

That's when Perry asked Maddy his question about getting pills. Their conversation came to an end soon after. She added:

"We've not spoken since and I'm a little worried, but I don't know him well enough to be able to do anything about it."

We'd be worried, too. Do YOU think the actor has fallen off the wagon?

Head over to DM to read their full text exchange.

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Porn Star Maddy O'Reilly Claims Matthew Perry Hit Her Up For '40/50' Painkillers — & She Fears The Recovered Addict Might Have Relapsed!

Matthew Perry's friends might not be there for him, but porn star Maddy O'Reilly will be.

The adult film actress fears the recovered addict is relapsing after he allegedly hit her up two weeks ago asking if she knew anyone who could help him "purchase some pills."

Related: Rose McGowan Will Fight Felony Cocaine Charge

Maddy told DailyMail that the Friends star, a former lover of hers, contacted her asking to get him "40/50" prescription pills. When the 27-year-old asked what kind, the actor replied:

"Vicaden (sic)/Roxy's/oxys."

"I was shocked, I knew he is a recovering addict but it was coming out of nowhere, why would he ask me something like that, it's not like we partied or I have a reputation for partying."

The two may have not partied, but they do have an intimate past.

Video: Jon Stewart Feels 'Anger' Over Louis C.K.'s Sexual Misconduct Scandal

At the time, Maddy didn't suspect the actor was taking opioids -- she contends that "he seemed very normal, sober," adding "we didn't even have a glass of wine."

That's when Perry asked Maddy his question about getting pills. Their conversation came to an end soon after. She added:

"We've not spoken since and I'm a little worried, but I don't know him well enough to be able to do anything about it."

We'd be worried, too. Do YOU think the actor has fallen off the wagon?

Head over to DM to read their full text exchange.

[Image via Instagram/Nicky Nelson/WENN.]

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I can't do today, and I don't want to. Life has become so incredibly hard. In the past 12 months I have lost 12 loved ones. 3 within 3 weeks. People that had such an impact on my life. Loved ones that left so suddenly. Whether it was last month or 12 months ago, I still don't know how to deal with death. Today marks 12 months since Daniel died. A kid really. The life of every party, the one to always have a prank or joke. He took his own life and called it the next adventure. I hate that I wasn't there to know his pain and how to stop it. Tomorrow marks what would have been a whole year mia and I were together. How something so perfect went so horribly wrong. A week from today a client killed himself, a client, a friend. He was part of hundreds of lives in the community. Another death I won't understand. Then Maddy on the 6th who was tragically killed by a car. Each time one person died I had to make phone calls to loved ones to tell them what happened. But by far telling someone that their loved ones killed themselves was the hardest thing I've had to do. Right now I just can't deal with things. I've fractured my coccyx, I have more surgeries coming up on my ovaries and decide whether I have this hysterectomy. I've come down with the worst case of the flu I've ever had, I've had to stop a lot of work because I just can't do it. Mentally I can't pick myself up. I have nothing left. Second appointment to see my psychologist cancelled. Both no fault to my own. But I really needed them. I haven't seen her in 2 years and I really need my mental health support back. I'm literally drowning. I have thought in depth about how I'd kill myself. I'm using acid to burn my skin, I even started cutting again. It's been so long since I was in this stage and I was doing so well. I moved houses and I think it's made me realise I lost my home and I feel like I lost my memories too. My old house had 2 great friends living with me, when they moved out they were only down the road. Now, now I can't even pick up the phone and say that I'm really fucking drowning and all I want to hear is Jane say 'it's gonna be okay, you've got this' because I really fucking don't have this. I real fucking miss my friendship. I don't miss the shit we went through in the last 12 months but I miss them. It's so odd that her dad stops in the middle of the shop to say hi to me, or the fact I saw Jane last week. My stomach dropped and I was in so much emotional pain because I couldn't even say 'how are you ?' I need to get away or have a baby, I honestly don't think there is anything else that would keep me alive but yet death scares me so much. I know that I'm in a job that I love and I know I'm really good at it, but parts of the job I don't know how to handle. The last person to have a seizure in front of me died days later. So imagine me tonight when my almost 3 year old client had multiple seizures. I feel completely helpless because there is only so much I can do until he snaps back into it. I'm incredibly lucky that the parents trust me and that they even offered me a permanent rental and asked me to be a property manager I just don't understand how they think I've got this all together because I sure as hell don't. I always wanted to be a youth worker but knew I wasn't smart enough. My clients asked me tonight if I would look after their 17 units for disadvantaged kids between the ages of 16 and 25. I would do weekly updates with the tenants, teach them how to be independent, how to draw a budget, show them basic cooking skills, offer to teach them how to drive, set up at 6-12 month goal and re evaluate in timeframes. Basically give the kids chances that they need but set boundaries. -no drugs, no violence, no bullshit. The thing I find funny about this though is that my clients think I have my life together enough that I could manage 14-20 kids and help them one on one with that yet I can't even manage myself. I'm falling apart and I don't know how I'm going to pick myself up let alone manage 14 properties and try to be an advocate for young people when I'm not able to do it for myself

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