My field site is SLOW today. It's like everyone has lost any ability to function. People are lumbering around in literal pajamas and slippers. Literally. The first person I saw today was in silk pajama bottoms with bright pink slippers. Everyone looks dead.
Slippers, who I had seen earlier, was a larger white girl. She was maybe twenty years old and had disheveled blonde hair. She sat in a chair and was focused on her phone for about twenty minutes before she left.
There's a group of students slumped in chairs. There are a few textbooks out but no one is reading them. They sit and talk to one another giving the impression that studying won't be happening anytime soon. There are four of them and they're all guys in their early twenties.
As of right now, it's just me and the four guys. It's so slow today.
I see the janitors coming through. Hilda, an elderly Hispanic woman, walks with a limp and it looks painful! I ask her what's wrong and she says she needs to have surgery to remove a chip of bone in her knee. She walked over with Maria and Rodney who are both short and also Hispanic. "Hola, mija. Como estas?" "Bien, bien, gracias." They all seem tired. I know they've been working extra hours and it shows in their weary faces.
While I was talking to Hilda a student comes through and falls asleep on a bench. She is in a hoodie and sweats and had her hair in a baseball cap.
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