It is week seven out of twelve, more than half away from
finishing. I walk into my field work location, taos. It's almost twelve o'clock
which would explain the long line to get inside. Taos has the same food as
usual.
As I'm waiting in line for my hamburger a guy cuts in
front of me. I'm nice enough and don't say anything to him. It surprises me how
rude people can be when they are really
hungry.
I head towards the tables most of them are taken. You can
see the different cliques sitting together. Some of the groups are tables of 8
and others 3. Everyone seems to be engaged in an interesting conversation
because it is extremely loud inside. The environment feels happy, everybody is
smiling .
An hour has gone by and taos is starting to die down.
People are heading back to class. The employees are cleaning and preparing.
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