By Genevieve Colton
My alarm rings. It’s 6:30 a.m. Breakfast is the usual bowl of fruit. I scan my social apps to make sure I didn’t miss anything while I was sleeping and read theSkimm before cleaning up and putting on my outfit. My walk to the subway is always the same route, and I see the same people. We say “Good morning,” but that’s as deep as the conversations go. At the end of my walk, I dip into Starbucks. George has my venti unsweetened iced coffee waiting for me.