Ms. Jones called me back into her o#ice and again indicated that I should sit in the chair in front of her desk. When I was seated, she apologized for the interruption to our interview, and when I’d told her the interruption wasn’t a problem, she said, “I know what you meant earlier about isolation not being related to a place being lightly populated.”
“I think it’s almost the opposite,” i said, a little surprised that ms. Jones wanted to chat about the nature of isolation; but she was the person who would decide if I was guilty of an actual crime or just guilty of stupidity, and i didn’t mind having the kind of conversation with her that bonded students in college dormitories.”
“I worked two summers,” she said, “in Yellowstone Park at a place called Roosevelt Junction. In terms of number of tourists and workers, it was the antithesis of the crowds at Old faithful, but there was a connectedness among the workers at Roosevelt that I don’t think the old faithful employees experienced.”
“it’s the same with high schools–the bigger a school gets, the more likely students are to feel alone.”
“So if we eliminate isolation, how to we account for what happened In Wheat Basin?”
“Perhaps it’s a kind of reverse isolation,” i said.
Ms. Jones put down the pen shed has holding and for the first time since we’d began talking, i felt she was actually listening for what I was about to say.