Can I just say that bitchiness is my constant companion as of late? Stress is never a good bedfellow because it creates exhaustion when all you crave is energy. There are no words to explain the amount of stress that Take Back the Night has caused. I mean, I had to practically push my way through the bureaucracy that is student government to finance the event and, on top of that, my vice president (aka best friend) got herself a boyfriend and my treasurer joined the enemy (the bureaucracy mentioned above) and it’s just been me and my secretary working our asses off to get everything done. It’s slowly approaching and I may pull my hair out, yell at someone, or cry in a corner, but I keep reminding myself why I decided to take on this club and this project in particular. Helping end sexual assault is something I’m very emotionally invested in and, because of that, I’m emotionally drained, while also being super proud of the people who care about just as much as I do. I’m especially proud of myself. I mean, it’s usually a cold day in hell before I ever brag or compliment myself, but I poured everything into this event. It’s such a cliche, but I put my blood, sweat, and tears (not as of yet) into Friday night. I hope the passion that went into planning Take Back the Night reflects in the success of the event. I need this to be successful for my own sake. 


Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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