It was the first day of my Junior year second semester. I had gym class fourth block and tried hard to keep to myself. A person one year younger than me had been trying to make conversation with me. She was talking about this new internship she just got at the Bernie Sanders office in our town. I tried my best to not be rude and stay interested in what she was saying to me. I remembered spacing out and the words faded into the sound of the dodgeball game we were supposed to be playing. My attention came back to the one-sided conversation when I heard the words: ‘so I was wondering if you could be my plus one for this dinner. My boss is bringing his girlfriend and it’ll be weird for me to go alone.’ I had been a third wheel before, but never with my boss. I figured it would be a nice thing to do, plus this person. had been an acquaintance of mine throughout high school.
I had learned the dinner was actually a political dinner and that all of the democratic offices were going. I didn’t exactly know too much about politics or what exactly was going to happen at the dinner. A few weeks went by and I had forgotten I agreed to go. My friend had reminded me that day in gym class and said she’d pick me up around 5:30. I went home and attempted to get ready. My mom let me borrow a black pencil skirt and one of her blouses. After I was done she helped me put my hair into a bun. I’m used to just running a comb through my hair and going so having it up and in a nice bun made me look very different.
I had no idea where we were going because I was oblivious to the fact that I was going until 4 hours before. I got into
Meeting Maggie Hassan
By: Mariah Ramsay
The picture to the left is the White Mountain Chalet located in Berlin, New Hampshire. This is where the Truman dinner was held. The Chalet is usually for holding events, but they also cater events other than their building.