| It’s Friday night. Tim is at a small house in a
student neighborhood two blocks from the University of Minnesota
Duluth campus. He walked over from the dorm fifteen minutes ago
with some guys that he doesn’t know very well, the early-fall
leaves dropping from the half-bare trees and brushing past the shoulders
of their jackets onto the cracked sidewalk.
It’s
Tim’s first semester—his first off-campus party. In
the crowded living room, he’s holding can of Milwaukee’s
Best Lite. He didn’t drink back in high school in Eveleth—his
big claim to fame was editing the school newspaper—but he’s
decided that hardly anybody knows him here, and he can be anything
he wants. He looks around.
So this is college. |