There aren’t very many people sitting alone today. Coming in to the cafeteria right in between lunch and dinner constitutes for quiet, a low mumble of voices in the air.
The room is filled with the smell of blueberry waffles. A few people are waiting for theirs to finish cooking, standing with great anticipation with their plates held tight to their chests.
I’m sitting next to a large booth filled with guys. As they talk, one loudly raps a song saying “bands a make her dance”. I recognize this song from the radio. It’s pretty derogatory, meaning that bands of dollar bills make strippers dance. No one seems to give him any attention.
Ahead of me, two guys sit with one girl. They’re talking and smiling, and as they all get up to leave one of the guys grabbed her plate for her to take it to the dirty dishes. They’re most likely dating and the third male must be a friend.
A guy wearing an ASNMU shirt sits on his phone eating alone. I wonder if he’s working on things related to student government on his phone or if he’s just playing games/on social media. He looks pretty focused on whatever he’s doing.
As the weather begins to change, I’m noticing a lot more couples than previously. It may be because we’ve been in school long enough now that relationships are starting to be built. Either this, or lots of friendships have been formed between the female and male students. It’s hard to say either way.
A woman walked in with her son. He’s running wild, perhaps 5 or 6 years old. He grabs into the salad bin with his bare hands, the woman didn’t notice. She handed her son a cup filled with soda and he quickly spills it. A worker comes to the rescue with a mop and smiles at the boy. The woman must be his mother and a student here at the university. I’ve noticed quite a few students with what I assume to be their children recently. It must be tough to raise a child and focus on ones education.
As I look around, I notice more people who have sat down alone to eat. As they eat, they look through their phones.
To the other side of me in a booth, three girls are talking about their family’s. One of them mentions her sisters birthday who is coming up. They are all three African American, thus bringing up my previous observation that races tend to sit together.
The guys sitting in the booth are talking about sports and passing around their smartphone with the latest scores on it. Whenever someone in the booth needs to get up, he hops over back of booth rather than scooting out. I’ve never seen any females do this.
The ASNMSU guy has left in a hurry. He must have student government business to attend to.
Blue Jumpsuit is here wearing muscle shirt that says USA. I see him often in the cafeteria, he must come here for every meal. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but he’s talking to one of the workers and keeps touching his elbow. They hug as he walks away. He goes back to sit with one other male friend, they are drinking chocolate milk- a good post exercise drink.
There are a lot more guys are sitting together than girls today.
The group of guys sitting next to me are leaving. As they leave, one guy shouts “go talk to her!”
My meal is over and people are catching on to my observing them. Better go.
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