All Hail Harvey Milk

So this past week was rather exciting. We spent the whole week prepping for a Hetrick Martin Institute benefit, School's Out, to help raise money for the Harvey Milk School. The Harvey Milk School was created as a safe haven for gay boys and girls who have received grief or abuse from their friends, classmates, and/or family based on their sexual orientation. I spent the whole week pretty much on the F train, traveling to and from Soho, back and forth from our office to 740 Braodway, where the charity is based. The first day I stepped off the subway downtown, I lost my barings multiple times, almost walking completely around Washington Square before finding the location. It was sunny that day and there was some sort of event occuring at one end of the park admist woman psuhing strollers and the summer students of NYU. After finally finding the office, I delivered invitations for the event the upcoming weekend and headed back uptown, feeling a little more comfortable finding my way downtown. However, that day was possibly the only day the sun showed its face that week. The following days were plagued with showers that made the streets smell of old cats and the previous aroma of brick oven pizza and baked goods was lost amougst the midst and NY sirens. Yet, I returned to SoHO multiple times that week, facing the puddles and fallen berries that lined the sidewalks of Washington Square. I delivered disks, picked up posters larger than my body, and returned berry stained with a broken umbrella. It turned out to be a tiring week trudging through the weather. As Harvey Milk once said, "I am Harvey Milk and I am here to recruit you." Well Harvey, I went to bootcamp and back. Consider me recruited and a supporter of HMI.