New Friend

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Little Deschutes
Laura Veirs

I'm learning all these maths and sciences which are all very impressive. Somehow humans figured out patterns and cause and effect within how things work. Numbers and symbols which arrange into equations that seem to govern processes and produce the correct answer. How can we be so smart and consider truth in the results shown by an instrument made only to the best of our ability and understanding. I need some particular information so I make a machine that feeds me something I take to be the answer, since that's why the machine was made after all. Just because what we call truth and laws of nature work doesn't mean that's the way it is; there are many ways to an answer and we don't know which one is more correct.

I met a girl today. Actually I had seen her before, in the new cafeteria I eat at most of the week for lunch. She has this messy short brown hair and dresses like students at prestigious schools from those older movies, the ones that lay in the shade discussing and smoking pipes. I was too nervous to make eye contact with her long enough to see what color they are. I've noticed her a couple times and she only eats alone with a school binder open by her lunch. I figured she was older and my lunch buddies said I should talk to her, but I've just never been able to force anything like that. However, I mentioned her and how she looked interesting in my think-I'm-quiet-but-actually-loud way and she smirked, but maybe it was what she was reading.
Well today we happened to sit by a lunch that she happened to be away from at the time. So she returned and I glanced a bit until one of Andrew's friends came over. He's a clever guy that talks a lot. We were talking in our humorous manner and I noticed her small smile from time to time. He got on the topic of wishing it were permissible to take fries from strangers in the cafeteria (she was eating some) and she moved her fries farther from us and from there we wrangled her into the conversation on and off. In our side conversation I found out her name is Kristin (but I don't know the correct spelling) and shes from New Mexico; 21, senior in biology, living off campus with an off campus meal plan. It's strange to think that without that meal plan I wouldn't know she existed. The way she dresses and her hair style and the way she only does small smiles (and only once in a while at that) leaves me wondering what past made her a sophisticated-seeming student. I know I'm trying to focus on just the present, but it's hard to fight my nature.
Anyway, I told her we eat there during the working hours of Monday through Wednesday, noon to one-thirty. Andrew's friend said he's there only Monday and Wednesday so she should come then; I think he was joking. I think I'll be seeing her again.