Ethnography

Ethnography

April 28, 2016

Please Don't Drink and Drive

The library is quiet today when I first walk in. There are only four other people here, five counting the man in sweats who walked in at the same time as me. The Asian male is here, as usual, and everyone is working hard on homework. The atmosphere on campus begins to change around this time as finals approach, with less students goofing off and more students cramming for tests and writing last minute papers. There is a woman wandering around, possibly looking for a book, but she is doing so very quietly. Suddenly, an older man and a blond woman enter. The blond woman seems to be escorting the older man around the library, and she looks nervous. The older man takes his time to stand in the corner of the quiet zone and have a good look around. He doesn’t say a word, but nods his head when he is ready to move on. The blond woman tells him that next they will be going around the corner as they begin to leave. Perhaps the library has inspections and the older man is here to do the job? The way the blond woman is keeping her distance, but staying very close to the older man makes me think it is some sort of inspection or checkup.
The couple that was here last week is back again. This time they decided to sit together at the same table. Now that they are sitting at the same table, they only have one computer open and are pointing to the screen while talking about something. They are speaking so low that I cannot even tell what they are saying. She looks like the princess Jasmine, so I will call her Jasmine for her pseudonym. Jasmine leans in very close to the boyfriend with glasses, but they never touch one another. When they are done talking about whatever is on the computer, Jasmine scoots her chair away from his and begins writing on a piece of paper. After a couple of minutes, the boyfriend gets tired of working and stares at the ceiling. He stays that way for a while, so I think he has fallen asleep. The boyfriend bolts awake, however, when a man sitting in the corner by the window begins talking. He is speaking so loud that it shocked almost everyone in the room who is used to the silence we have been enjoying. Loud-mouth has his headphones in, and is holding his cell phone away from him while looking at the screen. This causes me to think that loud-mouth must be Facetiming someone. Loud-mouth is speaking in a different language, Spanish, and must be talking so loud because he can’t hear himself outside the headphones. Because I haven’t learned how to speak Spanish yet, I can’t understand what he is saying, but I can tell he is talking to a buddy by his tone of voice and the curse words I recognize.
Another couple has settled at a table, and they both have giant cups of iced Starbucks drinks. The man has a chain around his neck, and the woman has a lacey see-through shirt. Lacey begins talking about another man who is taking a lot of classes, and says that she doesn’t know how he handles the workload. Chain-neck replies very smugly that this is the other man’s third time taking chemistry, and they laugh about it with each other, commenting on how many classes they have failed. Even though the man in the corner is being loud, they are both speaking quietly and being considerate of everyone around them. They are talking about their chemistry professor in a very disapproving way, but chain-neck doesn’t seem to care as much as lacey. Lacey is ranting and raving about how the chemistry professor doesn’t give any grades back until the end of the semester, and I remember hearing about the professor from someone else before. Lacey thinks she should be required to give grades back every week so they can see their grades before the semester ends and they get a surprise. In the time that I have taken notes about their class, they have moved on to talking about how they think the drinking age should be lowered (no wonder they are failing classes). They are interesting to watch converse with one another, because they are sitting across from each other, on opposite sides, but lean in to one another as they talk. Lacey does most of the talking, and chain-neck listens and says “really,” and “wow,” and “no way,” appropriately. It seems like he is interested in her because he is obviously a little bored, but keeps listening. They are joined by a male in a bright green shirt, but as soon as they start talking about friends driving under the influence, I cannot force myself to listen to them any longer.

Jasmine and her boyfriend have now left, so there are two open tables left in the library. The library is always quiet when I first get here, and busy by the time I leave. This is probably because most students prefer to take classes in the afternoon, instead of early in the morning like I do. A man in khaki shorts has come in and he sat at a table next to a girl he knows. They say hello to one another, very formally, and talk about their finals. They are sitting far apart and are not as quiet as neck-chain and lacey. Their conversation ends quickly, however, and they both get to work. Another male has walked in, carrying a big bag of Hot Cheetos. Cheetos stands in the middle of the room, presumably looking for a seat. Even though there are more tables open than usual, Cheetos can’t seem to figure out where he wants to sit. After looking from the Asian male, to me, to the man in khaki shorts talking in the corner, he decides to sit by khaki shorts against the wall. Instead of leaving a table between him and khaki shorts like most people do, Cheetos sits down right next to khaki shorts, pulls out his laptop, and gets to work. It’s possible he didn’t sit by me or the Asian male because there are no open seats near me, except for the one directly across from me, and one open across from the Asian male. Cheetos could possibly be observing people as well, because every time I look up from my notes he is watching others and typing on his laptop. After five minutes, the number of people in the quiet zone has doubled and I am happy to get a phone call telling me it’s time to leave campus.

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