Letters

 Graduate School Diary Second Year jottings on what daily life was like for a grad student in 1981 On Friday I went to the veritable Varsity Inn, the coffee place for this grande University. It is not only the coffee place, but the only place for a grad student without a car who does not want to walk a half mile to a supermarket. I saw Ann sitting there at a table alone. Anne is a graduate student in another apartment, a little older than me, maybe about 23. I can't say I really enjoy Anne's company very much, not because of anything she has necessarily done, but because my perception is she dislikes me.  Anyway, when I first met her--there was a cold attitude. She lived down the hallway in the graduate dorm, a desolate place for those without better choices, and seemed, literally, to lift her nose in the air when she encountered me. Most of the folks are quite nice on the hallway. Nowadays, when I see her, she gives me a cold look that is quickly averted, or not acknowledging