It was the night before the trip, and Jenny, the friend from whom Josh had planned to borrow the car, was coming up to Houghton to drop it off. As it was a Thursday night, I was safely ensconced in my 150-minute night class, Public Policy Analysis. After being regaled by lengthy tales on the importance of separating aspects of provision and production in local governance, I returned to my room to prepare for the week's final obligation - a Dorm Council meeting. I serve as the vice-president of the Shenawana Hall Dorm Council.

I threw open the door to the third floor, took a left, and walked the six feet to my door, upon which was written the cryptic:

"No car!!! Find one!!"

This was not a task that I was prepared for, or one that I had been willing to undertake even in the beginning. I saw my role in the whole plan as one of organization and planning, the mastermind of the whole thing, if you will. Josh's limited role was to secure the necessary transportation. As I sat in my nice chair, contemplating what I saw as his pathetic failure and utter incompetence, the telephone rang.

"Ring," said the telephone.
"Yes," I answered gruffly.
"Hello! You have a call!," said the annoying computer voice.
"Yes," I answered even more gruffly.
"Did you get my note on the door?", asked Josh.
"Yes." My gruffness factor was increasing.
"See, here's the deal." He was relapsing into old habits. "Jenny drove up here today, and the transmission was giving her problems. She doesn't even think it can get her back to Wellsville." The transmission: death #1.
"Huh." Gruffer.
"Who else do we know with a car?"
"I don't know. You were supposed to find the car."
"But-"
"I have a Dorm Council meeting to attend. Goodbye." I did not wish to discuss how it wasn't his fault. I was far more comfortable blaming him.
"Well, I guess someone-"
"Click," the phone said as I hung it up, gruffly.

The Dorm Council meeting was not fun at all, and I returned to my room, to make a list of everyone we knew with cars. It was not an optimistic list. Under the heading "Chance," the word "infinitesimal" was used several times, as was "zero." It was around this time that Josh returned to the room. Things were looking down.

-TO BE CONTINUED- 

Part Four

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
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|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |