For this project, I chose to site downstairs of the library in the hallway that leads into the mass communications room, security office, and our classroom. More specifically, I sat in one of the semi-comfortable blue chairs right in front of 10 posters about the history of women’s rights. To the right of me was a blue recycling can with only a few items in it. To my other side was a small gray table, holding my coffee, phone, keys and wallet.

The first person I saw walk through the hallway was a guy named James. I know him because of work, so I said hello to him and continued on with my people watching.

The second person that I saw came from our classroom. It was Ross. “Is this where you are doing your project,” he asked. “Yep and your going to be apart of it now.” I replied. He walked into the mass communications room and I faintly heard him ask someone a question about Zoom (he said to pay attention to all conversations right??).

Shortly after, Ross exited from the mass comm room. He was carrying an empty coffee pot. He came back through a moment later with the same coffee pot, this time filled with water. “You know, you probably won’t find that many people out here,” he commented. To which I replied, “I’ve seen a few already and I’ve already seen you twice,” I semi-snarked back. “I have also examined that there are ten posters about the history of woman’s rights across from me,” I commented. Trying to either prove me wrong or check for himself (I couldn’t tell), he checked the wall and ended up agreeing with me.

After my conversation I wanted to focus on the aspects of the room. The ceiling is a textured tile, similar to what I have in my house back home. I noticed that there was four small looking theater lights behind me that were pointed at absolutely nothing. “Are you counting the lights?” said someone. It was Ross, again. I responded yes and then he went and turned them on for me. “There supposed to be pointing to art, but there is none up right now,” he also mentioned. We had another brief conversation and then he went back into the mass comm room.

I shifted my attention to the obsolete, now lit up, wall behind me and noticed that it was the only wall textured and colored differently than the rest. The wall was made of a thin carpet like material and was a shiny gray color. I looked down the way, on the right side of the mass comm room, and noticed that there was seven nails in the walls holding absolutely nothing up.

After a few minutes people finally started to walk through the hallway. I saw a soccer girl come in through the library entrance and walk my way. I could tell she played soccer because of her jacket. Shortly after, two ladies walked by holding coffee, having a quiet conversation about how stupid college was. I can’t say that I didn’t partially agree with them.

At this point, noise from the Spoonholder Cafe started to pick up. I heard two females blabbing, but I couldn’t hear their conversation that much. There was frequent laughing and I heard one mention about her love for tofu. “Would you like whipped cream with that?”, was something I frequently heard from that way.

I continued sitting in my silence when a lady walked by. She had her backpack slung over her left shoulder and had pink hair. She didn’t look up from her cellphone her entire walk down the hallway, I observed as I secretly wished she would run into the wall on her way.

I heard someone headed down the hallway from the Spoonholder. I could tell she was coming due to the obnoxious dangle of her awkward amount of keys.

Shortly later, I saw a guy wearing a green plaid jacket walk into the men’s restroom. I observed that he was cautious of touching the door with his hands, using his elbow to push the door open. At first I understood it because it is COVID season after-all, but I got really confused when the same germ freak exited the bathroom no more than 30 seconds later without washing his hands.

After a short while, someone entered through the clear library doors down my observation hallway. It was a woman and she did NOT look thrilled to be there. She took a right towards the library portion. “She really looked like she needed to take a left, towards the coffee area,” I said in my head.

Quite a long amount of time passed before I got to eavesdrop in on my next victims. This time it was two girls that entered through the library door down my hallway. “Yea, it was actually a lot cheaper for me to get a newer phone than old phone,” she chattered. Her friend did not look thrilled at all to listen to her first world problems.

Those two girls were the last ones I got to see, as I realized my 45 minutes were up and headed on my way.