The Asian male has a friend here today, that got here after
him but is sitting on the table next to his. They say hello, talk to each other
in another language for a minute, and then both begin to play on their cell
phones. The girl with the purple backpack is here, sitting to my right.
Jasmine’s boyfriend is here, alone this time, writing away in his notebook. A
man in a grey shirt has chosen to sit next to the girl with the purple
backpack, even though there are multiple tables still open. Grey shirt sits
next to purple backpack, and starts telling her about his day. This causes me
to assume they know one another. Once grey shirt is done talking and stressing about
his history report due later today, he asks for purple backpack’s name. Once
they exchange names and shake hands, he begins asking her where she is from and
all kinds of personal questions. I guess I was wrong, because grey shirt and
purple backpack do not know one another. Purple backpack likes California, so
they talk about their likes/dislike of the state for a few minutes. As they
talk, purple backpack looks a little more uncomfortable with every passing
minute. Grey shirt tells purple backpack where he is from and gives her his
background story, to which she nods her head and tries to get back to work. Each
time grey shirt finishes talking, purple backpack desperately tries to act busy
and get her homework done. She seems embarrassed by how loud and distracting he
is. After about five minutes of grey shirt talking, purple backpack gets up to
leave and tells him goodbye. Purple backpack must be very bothered by his
presence, because she has never left the library before me.
Cheetos is back again today, but someone is sitting in his
seat so he stands in the middle of the room as usual, debating where to sit now
that his spot is taken. After about two minutes of contemplation, Cheetos
decides to sit next to the girl who is in his spot, but leaves a table between
them. The females outnumber the males in the library today, which is unusual.
To my left, there is an Asian woman who is sitting at the table next to the
Asian male and his friend, but they are not here together. To my right, there
is a girl in a very low tank-top sitting in Cheetos’ usual spot, working on her
laptop. There is another girl next to low tank-top with a Las Vegas bag who is
just playing on her phone. Las Vegas’ headphones are in and her foot is tapping
to the music. No one is looking around at other people today (excluding me)
because it is once again a quiet day. After ten minutes, low tank-top leaves
and Cheetos wastes no time to move over to the spot she was in. He all but
throws his laptop and backpack over the table, as if the room is full of
people, and hurriedly moves the rest of his things over.
It is quiet for twenty minutes or so, and when I look around
at everyone here, the Asian woman to my left has fallen asleep on her books.
The Asian male is still playing on his phone, laughing out loud to himself, and
his friend is getting up to leave. Las Vegas is still on her phone, typing away,
and Cheetos is working on his laptop. An older woman who looks lost has done
two loops around the library, but there are only five of us left here besides
her. A woman in a green shirt has come and sit down at the table next to mine.
She gets out her laptop and begins to play music. Without her headphones in.
Why in the world does everyone think that others want to hear their music
either through headphones too loud or without using headphones? It’s rude, but
for some odd reason people think that it’s okay to do it. In a world so focused
on being politically correct, everyone has forgotten about basic manners. When
I very obviously grabbed my headphones and put them in she gave me a glare, but
I don’t mind. Sport shorts walks in, and I remember I haven’t seen him here for
about a month. He has his headphones in and plays on his phone for a while. He
then flips open the book he brought with him, finds the page he needs, and
plays on his phone a little more. He is interesting to watch, because he flips
the pages every once in a while, but is obviously not reading them because his
finger is scrolling through his phone. He laughs to himself every so often, but
is quiet and respectful.
Green shirt is then joined by a male with a large soda, and
she screams (literally screams in a very high and annoying voice) profanities
at him for some reason I am not aware of. Green shirt explains to soda that she
has a huge paper due on Thursday and she is struggling to get it done. She
warns him not to distract her, and they both begin looking on their computers.
After a minute or so she leans over to him and asks him why New Mexico is poor,
to which he responds “I don’t know,” and she gets back to work. They did not
greet one another, she screamed profanities at him, and they sat as far away
from one another as you possibly can being on the same side of the table. I
can’t really tell what this relationship is all about, but it seems strange.
She gives up on the paper after about 15 minutes, and is playing a game on her
IPad now. They talk to one another about school and personal life issues that I
can’t hear for about 20 minutes. I’ve been here for two hours now, and it is
time for me to go. Everyone is starting to quiet down so that’s a good place to
end.
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