April 15th it seemed like your typical Wednesday I went about my routine
i meandered into the library pink spiral notebook in hand I plopped myself
in “my” seat in the library one of the cozy chairs that overlooks the Auditorium
on Broadway; I couldn’t help but notice the sound of drums and the police escorting
a mob of people. Going to protests is a secret hobby of mine; I just crash the ones I really
I couldn’t help myself I started at the back of the line yet somehow ended up at the front of the protest
being a naturally shy person being a protester is difficult. I guess once I gained confidence on my protesting
abilities and being able to protest in English and in Spanish helped. The general public only knew this as the
“fast food worker protest’ when it was actually more than that ; it was a protest to raise the minimum wage to $15 for all types of workers such as hotel workers , union members , healthcare homecare workers, adjuncts as well as fastfood workers; basically people from all different industries.
I think what really got me fired up at the protest was meeting this
group of students and adjuncts protesting together; I’ve seemed to
have stumbled upon them in the midst of protesting. I had to pause and take
a moment because and recall an adjunct that had such an impact on my life,
so I rally and protest for her.