And we have contact.
25 days after campus installation, I received the very first unsolicited voice mail message from my Freshperson. I reproduce it here for your reading pleasure.
(lots of static) “Um, mom. It’s me. A pen, um, exploded in my backpack. Is there a way to get ink off a leather wallet? Okay, thanks. Love you.”
I was thrilled by this message – I replayed it over and over to consider every little nuance and analyze every possible inflection – because:
1)The mention of the pen suggests that he may actually be doing something vaguely academic
2)The mention of the backpack means he hasn’t lost it (yet)
3)The mention of the wallet means he hasn’t lost it (and everything in it) yet
Oh, and the “Love you?” That means, well, everything.