January 18
by Janine Stephenson
I’ve only known Craig for an hour and
45 minutes, but I can tell you that he’s someone who is always tired. His eyes
are half-closed even when they’re wide open and his hair is a mess. He’s a grad
student, studying sociology at Rutgers. When we introduced ourselves, Becca
told him we were freshmen. Which is fine, I guess. It’s not like we’d pass for
being 25 or 24, or 23, but I don’t think we should brag about being 18.
Now we’re waiting for the phone man
to arrive. He’s running late, again. They waited yesterday for him to arrive
but he never showed up. Craig thinks that it’s because we’re anti-war. We
decided to take down all of the signs that said things about peace, at least
until we got the phones hooked up. So we’re waiting and cleaning a bit.
***
The phones still
don’t work. The only good thing that came out of today was the woman donated a
television set. She said that her husband bought her a new set and so she
wanted to give us the old one. We asked her for her name, and she said, “Call
me Mrs. Anonymous. My husband would kill me if he knew that our old set was
going to that dandy dove.
Craig went back to her house to pick up the set. The reception here isn’t as good as back in Wisconsin, but at last we have something to stare at besides dead phones.
