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Margaret Pilarski

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i'm a feminist, and if you're reading this then you are too, you just might not know it yet. i like to eat cheese and travel, but i'm usually broke and/or spending my money on shoes and cocktail rings. i love dogs, rain, and driving offensively (and putting the last comma in a listed series). i'm se...

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i'm a school speaker!

after lunch sabrina and i are headed to a school to talk about our jobs at skirt and writing in general. i’m getting a little more excited about it, but i was telling sabrina earlier the scary premonitions i was having: 

“how old are you?”
“do you have a boyfriend?”
“why aren’t you married?”
“what’s a cervix?”

but she reminded me that these kids are 10th and 11th graders. i hope they are fun and ask brilliant questions (that i know the answers to). i wonder what i would have asked in 10th grade...?

probably “can i have a job?”

i was already sick of having to fulfill prerequisites for high school classes. i had helped edit the yearbook at another school when i was in the 9th grade, yet my new school (and their nasty yearbook adviser) wouldn’t let me get my hands one on tiny pica until i had taken an intro to journalism class. i sat there giving her the evil eye and outperforming my classmates (well... in my head i was obviously more talented than they were, only ms gilman could tell you if i were a true genius) until the end of the semester. and then, you know what? i moved again. so much for that. i never worked on their book even after taking that pointless class.

good thing mr walker (at my next and final high school) was in dire need of people who loved and lived for fonts. i signed up and started skipping my lunches to work on their yearbook.

anyway, i would bet some of these kids we’re about to speak to are wishing they could skip class today so they didn’t have to hear some lame guest speakers.

well, mysterious children i have yet to meet, sabrina and i are super awesome and we shall let a little bit of our awesomeness rub off on you today.

and if you ask me what a cervix is, then, well, i’ll probably tell you.