Monday, September 17, 2012

Fly on the wall: Watching

I am sitting at a corner table in the center of the memorial union. There are tables spread out out in front and to the left of me filled with students eating lunch, grabbing a snack, or just stopping for a study break or a chit chat. I have a view of the lobby and a little more in front of me, the different food stations available to choose from. To the right of me there are windows going all they way down the length of the building. It is a beautiful day outside. I can see bike riders, people walking to class, or some just enjoying the weather in company of others. As I move my eyes from the windows and back in to the cafeteria-like area I see various things around me. There are kids that are just arriving,  some pacing in circles trying to figure out what they'd like to get for lunch. I see the cashier's, friendly as ever, cashing people out and slamming their drawers over and over again with every person buying their lunch. There are people eating and chewing their food, some messy with their mouth open and talking, while others eat quietly and politely. There are students on their cellphones and laptops, some trying to work and finish homework. While some students are working hard, there are teachers on their breaks, relaxing during their free-time. There are people laughing and gossiping, making plans for the night or for their weekend parties. Although there are some serious people, like the one's who look like they're doing work. In a crowd this big you see a lot of emotions, happy, sad, anxious, stressed... etc. There are also people constantly leaving to go to class or back to their dorms, and there is a continual stream of student trailing in. The cycle of people traveling through the union is ceaseless, people coming, people leaving, eating, talking, or completing certain tasks whether it be school or social based. It is a constant system of students, teachers, and regular joe's that is apparent each and every day.

1 comment:

  1. This is like the last graf of the what-do-you-hear piece: strong observation, interesting detail, graceful writing. Works for me.

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