Observations of a place

Russell Shearman

Professor L.

English 101 class 86833

13 September 2012

Observation Notes

·         There is a quiet solitude about the classes.

·         Unnerving how easily noise reverberates inside.

·         Just through the door there are restaurants, or at least places to eat.

·         To the right there is a passport room.

·         In that passport room silence is rarely broken by the sound of machinery or on occasion the snickering from a conversation.

·         To the left there are vending machines.

·         Also to the left are bathrooms, both for males as well as females.

·         Behind the wall I rest my back upon is a room, now I am not sure what this room is, but on the walls/windows are markings and paintings and pictures for archeology.

·         The room is labeled that it is for archeology, but what kind?

·         There is no line of sight into the mysteries of the room and therefore leaves me to my thoughts and imaginations on what is behind the wood, glass, and steel.

·         The sounds from the vending machines and water fountain disturb the serene quiet and blissful peace that seems to pervade the halls and rooms of this space.

·         Outside people sit blissfully eating away, conversing with each other on any number of topics, unaware that they are being watched and studied.

·         I do not know these people, and I never will, but they provide me with the knowledge that there are people and possibly things that watch over us without our knowledge.

·         As for scenery in terms of nature there is very little. If we expand the vision for a moment we see outside of this mechanically cooled sanctuary of life is and immense parking lot.

·         Connecting that lot to the world are road, and those roads lead to more buildings and parking garages, as well as the school.

·         The only life that is to be seen out here are the little tufts of grass, or weeds as it may be, and several man planted trees.

·         Nothing here screams or even whimpers of nature and the beauty she hold.

·         Time slips by without a thought as to who has entered into these halls, and is held up against the heat waiting to learn or to partake in the necessary task of eating.

·         There are many doors that seem to lead into an abyss, as all that is seen behind them is darkness, without even the slightest glimmer of light.

·         The only natural light that lingers here comes from the three doors that are open for use, all of which are clearly visible from this vantage point. One to the South that is only to exit, one to the west were commerce takes place, and then one to the north by which you pass the archeology room as well as the passport area.

·         I cannot see how people so blindly and idly sit and feign ignorance, for that is what I hope it is, to the natural wonder that is being taken away from them.

·         People sit and chat and make friends with each other, forgetting about the place that cares and loves

·         them, they forget the roots in which life comes. They unwittingly subject themselves to the ill care that technology provides in the terms of the city.

·         Few stumble in thinking where has all the beauty of nature gone, but even fewer see what beauty man has created in its stead.

·         The clocks tick can only be faintly heard. I know not where it comes from, only that there is one somewhere in this space of clam.

·         People walk wistfully by with nay even a notice that anything is going on out of there world.

·         That this, a mini ecosystem, could be the place of study and a place of beauty.

·         There is clean, cool, and refreshing water at the push of a button. Plumbing that prevents disease from uncleanliness. Food that is readily available either by order or through a machine and the pressing of a button. A way to make yourself legal in other countries, and an educational system that thrives in this area.

·         There are those who have walked in this “T” shaped hall that you can tell care for their wellbeing as well as that wellbeing of their fellow man, and then there are those who are here merely to be happy for a time.

·         Those that wish to teach and those that wish to learn.

·         People who want handouts and an easy life and those who are willing to work for what they have and will have, and willing to struggle to find joy in their lives as a result of the effort they put forth.

·         Only time will tell if those who acutely observe there environment notice that all is not what it seems, for under this layer of trust that people see lie secrets that few know, and maybe even fewer would divulge.

·         Secrets inside the man, inside the woman, inside the child, the worker, the teacher, the student, the server, and inside even the building itself.

·         Noises can be heard coming from no discernible place. Maybe from down below or behind or it might just be the thoughts of sorrow, joy, anguish, love, misery, compassion, and all other sorts of human emotions that rattle around while secrets lay hidden.

·         I see a couple caringly holding each other’s hand and smiling whilst they speak, but I also see a young gentleman who gazes longingly at the girl. A friend perhaps or maybe just somebody that was once known to her, somebody who’s care and compassion was turned away.

·         There are those who walk by with angry scowls and an ill favored look on the day. Whether it be from something that is just this day or something that has been pressing on their souls.

·         Every so often there is what could be considered the calm before the storm. Time ticks slowly and without care then in a flurry a small army of bodies rushes from the class room and out to freedom in the unsuppressed, albeit unnatural and manmade, landscape.

·         There are pipes that lead to the floor and then nowhere into another mystery, another secret that this building holds. A building that is comprised of all things of nature, bent into the use of man by man. A building that harbors what the world has to offer in terms of spirituality and emotion. A building, that has things that form both naturally and are made comprise the heart and soul of this place.