By Anne Beausang drive an '89 Blazer. But as I've become aware, it suffers from no shortage of spunk. My foray into the deeper nature of my car's character came about when I became an enumerator for the Census.
Urban residents receive their questionnaires in the mail.
Enumerators scour the countryside, hand-delivering questionnaires and searching for possible housing units, as a special outreach program to ensure that every remote dweller is counted. Such a mild-mannered, unassuming term. Or so I thought. I am a geography major with no sense of direction. Four years ago one of my professors at Penn State assigned the task of transferring to paper our mental maps of the campus.