Here I am. Chilling in the library. Attempting to procrastinate is becoming a
chore. Deep down I know it’s most likely an inevitability in many aspects of
schoolwork for me. I’m not a huge fan of the library. Too much going on in my
provincial vision going on to get me fully concentrated on the task in front of
me. Give me my quiet dorm room to this any day!
Well anyway. The kid to the left of me is biting his pen cap, a habit that I generally participate in when I’m nervous (my pen cap though… not his). He has something that looks like a scientific textbook plopped on his desk. I’d be biting my pen cap definitely if I was looking at a scientific textbook! I’m trying to avoid taking science courses by any means necessary (saving it for senior year, even then taking the easiest one available).
The girl on my right is twirling her hair. It’s rather distraction. I fear that if she twirls her hair any faster that she’ll fly away. My hair was never long enough to twirl. I could only assume that it’s done by girls because they’re nervous (or trying to act cute for guys). I’m going to go out on a limb here and say its due to whatever she’s typing on her keyboard making her nervous and not me with my sweatpants and hoody acting shady by looking around the library.
Well anyway. The kid to the left of me is biting his pen cap, a habit that I generally participate in when I’m nervous (my pen cap though… not his). He has something that looks like a scientific textbook plopped on his desk. I’d be biting my pen cap definitely if I was looking at a scientific textbook! I’m trying to avoid taking science courses by any means necessary (saving it for senior year, even then taking the easiest one available).
The girl on my right is twirling her hair. It’s rather distraction. I fear that if she twirls her hair any faster that she’ll fly away. My hair was never long enough to twirl. I could only assume that it’s done by girls because they’re nervous (or trying to act cute for guys). I’m going to go out on a limb here and say its due to whatever she’s typing on her keyboard making her nervous and not me with my sweatpants and hoody acting shady by looking around the library.
Someone walked into one of the group study rooms by himself. He is wearing a suit. This guy thinks he’s too good to sit in the normal area with the common folk! You can take your elitist attitude and enjoy that study room. This guy must think he’s god’s gift, that he has the right…. Oh never mind other people are joining him.
By the corner there are two lovebirds
sitting on the couch together. Save room for the Holy Ghost! Just kidding. The
guy looks pretty miserable by the expression on his face. Most likely the girl
dragged him here.
My friend is joining me in the library,
he’s the type of person doesn’t understand the quiet sanctuary that the library
provides to many. I constantly find myself having to remind him that this is a library;
I hate doing it because I use to be one of those people. It just seems
inconsiderate to me to be loud when people come here to escape the noisiness of
dorms and such.
As did others' portraits of the Mohag made the reader feel like she was right there, your observation reports puts me right in the scene of the library.
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