May 6, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
The Indiana primary is tomorrow and I couldn't feel bluer. First, no one really knows how we're doing in the polls. Ron thinks that if we lose Indiana, it won't be bad. I don't know why he thinks that because with both Kennedy and now Hubert in the race, it would be much better if we won Indiana. It would prove that The Senator is capable of beating both men.
But no one thinks that we'll win the race. Instead, they're watching the polls with a feeling of dread. Some people are already talking about Nebraska.
Craig doesn't know where they will tell us to go next. Since we're a part of the national staff, we'll have to wait and see.
I don't feel like a part of the national staff. I guess I could gripe about it, but I don't feel like I'm a part of anything right now.
I don't know if I should tell Benjamin about what happened with his family. Part of me thinks that he should know, but then, I don't think his family did anything wrong. I understand what they said, and I think his Mother has a point. But then, I like Benjamin a great deal and would love to continue having a relationship, even it is was just long distance.
Becca says that I shouldn't care. After all, we're leaving soon and while Benjamin is a nice guy, I shouldn't get caught up in it. It's easy for her to say, of course, since she and Craig hang out with each other constantly. Someone even mistook them for being married yesterday!
Craig says I should be like a rolling stone. Then he started singing, off-key of course. Becca kissed him to keep him from going on. "You take things too seriously," he said. And then he kept singing.
Which is true, but I could've done without his musical talent. I don't want to end it with Benjamin, but Indiana has been nothing but trouble. April is the cruelest month. Assassination, riots and racism. I just have to hope it doesn't get worse.
