The Choice is Yours, a revision
By purpleOctober 2, 2015 - 16:38

Napping, listlessly staring out the window, and making polite conversation is standard fare for long bus rides. With that expectation in mind, the bus ride was not the place I expected to find my best friend. I suppose it is inaccurate to classify this particular incident as a completely unexpected encounter, as it rather is more like, in the words of Mary Louise Pratt, we were placed in a preconceived “contact zone”. Our encounter was hardly random as we were both there for a summer program, taking the bus with the other fifty-something participants. The parameters of the contact zone had been set before we had even arrived, by the facilitators who selected the applications and created the program. It was a community of people all in the same place, for similar reasons.