It’s 11:01PM and I’m in my dorm room once again. I started my day a bit different, with a plan, a schedule of how to go about my day and accomplish some tasks. I began my work in a neat room tucked away in the library ominously titled, “Women’s Studies Room.” I’ve passed it many times just to go to the room next to it – the restroom. Not one to usually fondle or take any serious interest in feminist theories and literature, the study space was unusually attractive. A small spare room with books on all four walls and smaller self-standing shelves of books where two desks lay facing two large windows. A quiet place it is. Working for some time in that room, I began to be noticeably curious of the books that had surrounded me, ranging from Women of Ideas, Women in Science, to Battered Women or What is Feminist Theory? or Women in the 18th Century. The titles are enticing and its content more interesting than I would have given credit for.
