Reportage 1, Week 1

I walk into the Music Department’s computer lab, and there she sits. Third from the right at the computers against the back wall wearing a UWG RA t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Her hair pulled up into a pony tail, more like a horse’s tail—long and course. There she sits with her back to the door and her hands flying across the keyboard as she Facebooks. There she sits flirting with my husband. I was surprising Tony with a birthday lunch that day, and I knew he would be in the computer lab after his Pedagogy and Literature class. After waiting long enough to ensure that he would be in the lab, I swiped his student ID card that I lifted from his wallet at three that morning and began to enter the room. She stopped me from approaching him. For her sake, I won’t release her name here for fear of her physical well-being, but Tony and I had held several discussions about her leading up to his birthday. She would habitually text him each day to wish him both a “good morning” and a “good night.” Also, she would want to constantly go to lunch with him and refused to let Tony introduce me to her. Sounds a little bit like a relationship, doesn’t it? I guess that’s what she wanted. I don’t blame her though.