January 31
by Janine Stephenson
It’s the second day of intense
fighting. They invaded the Embassy in Saigon. We decided that this was the best
time for us to make the most progress. A bunch of new volunteers arrived and
Becca and I showed them the ropes. The radio and the TV played in the
background, so we could listen to new developments. Some of these new
volunteers actually lived in the town, so that was helpful. It wasn’t all
college students, though it would’ve been fine had it been. Right about now, we’ll
welcome anyone.
Craig is still dividing people
according to how they look. The townspeople man tables in places around town so
they can talk to their neighbors. Any students looking presentable will go out
canvassing. Students with longer hair will stay in and work in the offices.
Its surprising that Becca and I get
sent out canvassing so much because I have good office skills. I’m a very good
alphabetizer and filer. Becca is a good typist. But everyone thinks that we
belong out in the field. We’re not complaining, though. Craig says that
we remind people of their daughters.
Most people are impressed that we’ve
come all the way from Wisconsin to talk to them. It makes them feel special, I
think. Plus, we care even though we can’t vote. Becca thought that people would
think that we were too young, but everyone here in New Hampshire has been very
considerate. They don’t tell us that we don’t know what we’re talking about. In
fact, quite a few ask us about what people our age think about things.
