Dorm Adventures

This morning I am sitting outside a dorm room observing the local dorm dwellers in their late night adventures. These dorms open up to the outside, and there is a nice grass field in the middle of the building, where students are hanging out. It is now eleven o’clock pm, and it seems that the party has just begun. Across the field from where I am sitting, there is a door wide open, and the people that live there are blasting country music. So far, I’ve heard Brad Paisley, Luke Bryan, and Florida Georgia Line. On the left side of the field, there is a group of college boys playing football. There is three on one team and three on the other, and I am not sure how you play football with only three players. I can tell they are not tackling each other, they just tag instead of full contact, which somewhat ruins the entertainment value. Sitting in the chairs directly across from me are three girls and one guy. They are sitting on the ground, with their backs against the wall and their legs out in front of them, watching the football players. After a few minutes pass, one team scored a “touchdown” and one of the girls cheered in a jokingly enthusiastic way, clearly showing that they did not care about the football game that much. Studying the group sitting on the ground more closely, I see that there is an interesting dynamic. The boy is sitting on the left side, with to girls to his right. He is almost completely facing the girl closest to him, with his left leg crossed over his right towards her. The girl sitting next to him also has her legs crossed towards him, and is facing more towards him than to the other girl. I can see the two of them laughing from all the way over here, and the boy occasionally bumps the girl in the shoulder. From all the way over here, it is clear that they are flirting, completely uninterested in their friend’s football game and only interested in each other. The girl sitting next to the two lovebirds looks utterly left out. She is trying the to pay attention to the football game, but her face is usually unresponsive, except for when either teams scores a touchdown.

Both teams have scored as I have been sitting here, and she cheers equally for both, not caring who wins. The boys playing the game look very intense. They are breathing hard, and their sweat is clearly visible. They have the in-zones marked with shoes that they got from the near bye open dorm room, and often argue whether a touchdown was actually in the zone or not.  The game seems to be evenly matched; most touchdowns are usually returned. The team that is closest to me has one player with blonde hair that is clearly not very good at football. I can tell he is getting more and more discouraged every time he drops the ball. Luckily, the other guys aren’t too hard on him. They make fun of him a little with some sarcastic comments, but still pass him the ball and smile along with him.