Hang Out

We had an assignment in class to go to the place where we hang out. Well, my friends and I don't have one set place where we hang out. We use these mechanical devices called cell phones to find each other and hang out wherever we are around campus, because we are always doing something: eating, working on a paper or a lab report, in the jewelry studio finishing up a project, or trying to concentrate. I didn't know where I was going to go during the period we were given, so I made a bee-line to the silent section in the library, knowing some of my friends would be there during that hour.

As I entered the silent section, I looked at all of the people in there. Most of them had headphones on and were listening to their iPods and MP3's. Some, however, were hunched over their books deep in concentration. I saw one of my friends and parked myself right next to her. I'm not a big fan of the silent section when I want to talk, because usually when I'm in there the library ladies tell me to be quiet because I talk too much. I also leave my stuff in there when my friends and I go to the snack bar during those breaks, and Auntie Trudy gets mad (although Auntie Trudy is never really MAD). This time I just sat there and looked around. I observed my friend, and she was not paying attention to me because she came into the library to finish her math homework. I probably would have been doing the same thing had I not been in class (I can't do homework at home, it's too hard to focus there). I just sat there for a couple of minutes watching my friend and then looking at everyone else in the silent section. Everyone was so focused. I need that discipline, because I am never able to focus on my homework. It's a curse.

I soon left and went outside the library to talk with another friend. She had seen me in the silent section and wanted to go outside because one of the library ladies was eyeing us down because we kept whispering. My friend gave me animal cookies, which I begrudgingly accepted, and proceeded to devour. We stood outside the library and talked for a couple minutes until I had to go back to class. As I walked away from the library, I watched people go in and out of the doors. You couldn't tell that there were actually so many people in that building and what they were doing. From the outside it seemed just like any other building, but inside it was the haven for many overworked teenagers trying to make it though another day for whatever reason.