Behind The Closed Door
Beth was a very friendly and warm person.
I had never met anyone before that had made me feel instantly comfortable, the energy she brought to the room felt calm, accepting.
I was glad she was taking the same College course as me. There was something about her I couldn’t put my finger on, but I felt I had to connect with her. In some way, I felt we could help each other. Despite her obvious smarts, Beth seemed a little lost. I assumed it was just the tech in our course in those days having your own p.c. was new and unusual.
I was floundering a bit too, I’d gone to college a little later in life but not as late as Beth. I think she was in her 40s or very early 50s at most. But anyway she was appearing to smash it tec glitches aside and was an inspiration to this clunky style free 23-year-old.
I’d tape up the hems of my jeans with packing tape and wear baggy knits I’d found in charity shops. Beth wore beautifully cut classic designs that were not out of place in class, but only served to bolster her image as one who had it all together.
When it came to class work she was nearly always the top of the class, doubly impressive given her lack of tech know-how…and to be fair to myself I wasn’t usually too far behind. We were in a class of mostly 18 to 19-year-olds, so Beth and I probably stood out like sore…
