Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Walking home in the company of Chad, Chuck, and Ishmael.
My science & society seminar gets out at 9pm every Tuesday, and I've made it a habit the last couple of times to walk home. Walking home in the hot sun at 2 in the afternoon is not so much fun, but after it is dark, the air is cool and the shadows hide all of the trash and imperfections. It is refreshing to be able to wander home among the treeshadows and hulking architecture.
Tonight as I was leaving I noticed that I had a missed call from 763-5409, not a number I recognize. A man answered, and I got the impression he mumbled something about the army, and, sure enough, he did. Apparently the army recruiting office accross the street from campus calls numbers in a huge database (so says a man named Chad). I was convinced at the beginning, however, that it was a prank call. What kind of recruiting office lets their staffers drink lots of alcohol and have access to a phone? The highlight was the slurring man in the back (alias Chuck) who would yell things into the phone like "Anna!! Are you in a sorority?? Kappa Kappa Gamma Theta Phi, Anna!! This is a prank call!! I'm a pornstar!!"
I ended up talking to Chad for the next 15 minutes until I got back to my apartment.
G.I. Jane. Apollo 13, NASA, and astronauts. Push-ups and how they aren't really necessary to join the army. All Tech students are tree-huggin' vegetarians who protest the military. Chad knows a Mexican named Ishmael who went to Iraq, converted to Islam, and now likes to blow things up. I should teach Ishmael English since he only speaks Spanish. Chad won't teach Ishmael himself because Chad would rather Ishmael to continue to mow Chad's lawn.
At this point, I called Chad an asshole and he put me on speaker-phone because I'm a hoot.
Some people claim that people, especially young women, should not walk accross the campus alone after dark. I can't remember ever being scared, but now that I know that we have people like Chad and Chuck and Ishmael imbibing lots of alcohol just accross the street, I feel more secure.
Tonight as I was leaving I noticed that I had a missed call from 763-5409, not a number I recognize. A man answered, and I got the impression he mumbled something about the army, and, sure enough, he did. Apparently the army recruiting office accross the street from campus calls numbers in a huge database (so says a man named Chad). I was convinced at the beginning, however, that it was a prank call. What kind of recruiting office lets their staffers drink lots of alcohol and have access to a phone? The highlight was the slurring man in the back (alias Chuck) who would yell things into the phone like "Anna!! Are you in a sorority?? Kappa Kappa Gamma Theta Phi, Anna!! This is a prank call!! I'm a pornstar!!"
I ended up talking to Chad for the next 15 minutes until I got back to my apartment.
G.I. Jane. Apollo 13, NASA, and astronauts. Push-ups and how they aren't really necessary to join the army. All Tech students are tree-huggin' vegetarians who protest the military. Chad knows a Mexican named Ishmael who went to Iraq, converted to Islam, and now likes to blow things up. I should teach Ishmael English since he only speaks Spanish. Chad won't teach Ishmael himself because Chad would rather Ishmael to continue to mow Chad's lawn.
At this point, I called Chad an asshole and he put me on speaker-phone because I'm a hoot.
Some people claim that people, especially young women, should not walk accross the campus alone after dark. I can't remember ever being scared, but now that I know that we have people like Chad and Chuck and Ishmael imbibing lots of alcohol just accross the street, I feel more secure.
# posted by Anna : 10:31 PM
