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Observations on a sunny day
Oct. 30th, 2006 01:18 pmI'm reasonably sure I didn't fail. I may even have gotten a good grade, depending on the curve this time. And I've managed to finish most of my Nutrition lab, which starts in a couple of hours, so the immediate due dates are out of the way. I need to sit down and do another map out of the week, as I'm reasonably sure there's a lot of shit to be done but I'm not so sure what all of it is.
At the moment though, I'm sitting in the whisper bowls on the brickyard and watching the world go by. There are some great juxtapositions out here. To my right is a group of five Muslims doing prayers. It's not something I've ever watched before- it always seemed sort of rude to stare whenever I've run across it before. But they're a good 100 feet away from me, a 5 person island in the surges of humanity that are characteristic of the brickyard at lunchtime. They're done now, folding up the prayer rugs and preparing to leave. It looks like one guy was using his hoodie to kneel on. The feminist in me wonders why the girl had to kneel in the back.
On my left there's a couple fooling around in the shade of the holly bush. Not like that, get your minds out of the gutter! Just lying next to each other, talking and playing with hair and skin and stealing the occasional kiss. Now they're leaving too, still talking and laughing.
There's a tour passing on the bricks to the left- big at almost 50 people. I remeber being in one of those tours, looking at the students and wanting to be one of them. Now I wonder if any of them notice me. Sometimes I walk past singing in different languages, just to see the occasional reactions on faces when they realize what I'm singing.
Now the grassy area is empty, except for a girl leaning against the other whisper bowl and reading. Her profile looks familiar, but her hair doesn't. I don't think I know her. Even if I did, I'm not sure what I would say. The lunch rush has died down now; the next round of classes has started and people move through the brickyard at a more leasurely pace. They have a destination but it's not imperative that they be there soon. I suppose it's time for me to go grab lunch and try to fit in a bit of work on scholarship essays before lab starts.
At the moment though, I'm sitting in the whisper bowls on the brickyard and watching the world go by. There are some great juxtapositions out here. To my right is a group of five Muslims doing prayers. It's not something I've ever watched before- it always seemed sort of rude to stare whenever I've run across it before. But they're a good 100 feet away from me, a 5 person island in the surges of humanity that are characteristic of the brickyard at lunchtime. They're done now, folding up the prayer rugs and preparing to leave. It looks like one guy was using his hoodie to kneel on. The feminist in me wonders why the girl had to kneel in the back.
On my left there's a couple fooling around in the shade of the holly bush. Not like that, get your minds out of the gutter! Just lying next to each other, talking and playing with hair and skin and stealing the occasional kiss. Now they're leaving too, still talking and laughing.
There's a tour passing on the bricks to the left- big at almost 50 people. I remeber being in one of those tours, looking at the students and wanting to be one of them. Now I wonder if any of them notice me. Sometimes I walk past singing in different languages, just to see the occasional reactions on faces when they realize what I'm singing.
Now the grassy area is empty, except for a girl leaning against the other whisper bowl and reading. Her profile looks familiar, but her hair doesn't. I don't think I know her. Even if I did, I'm not sure what I would say. The lunch rush has died down now; the next round of classes has started and people move through the brickyard at a more leasurely pace. They have a destination but it's not imperative that they be there soon. I suppose it's time for me to go grab lunch and try to fit in a bit of work on scholarship essays before lab starts.
