We’re at a bus stop just outside of Boston. People are bustling by, everyone with somewhere to go. I bought a President Kennedy postcard. Becca decided to buy one from Boston University, along with a few others. It’s special to be able to buy them in Boston. Everyone sounds like President Kennedy here. I wonder what I sound like to them?
The lecherous man got off just
outside of Pittsburgh and then we got stuck in the snow. It was very bad for a
while, and we wondered how we’d be able to stay warm if we were stranded. The
bus is only half-filled and we didn’t make friends with any of the passengers.
The old man sitting a few rows back grumbled a bit and laughed at being stuck.
We didn’t think it was very funny.
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It took a long time to get
here, but Becca and I finally arrived. 3:28 p.m. We should be lucky that we
arrived in the afternoon instead of the evening. There’s nobody here at the bus
station to meet us because we didn’t tell anyone that we were coming. Becca is
in the powder room right now. Our hair is oily and I need to change my clothes.
At least, we’re here. Finally.
Of course, Becca is far more
concerned that boys will see her looking awful.
Concord, New Hampshire isn’t much
different from Wisconsin. People do talk funny here but it’s a different kind
of funny. I think I’ll be able to understand them easier than people in
Boston.
I’m nervous about what we’re doing,
especially since we didn’t warn people about our arrival. We made no
arrangements. Becca thinks that everything will work out. I’m concerned that
they will turn us away or call our parents.
I think Becca and I should have
gotten notes from our parents, but Becca says that’s juvenile. We’re college
students, after all. They should take us seriously, even if we’re only in our
first year.
I hope they don’t turn us away.
