We are watching you.
For those of you who don’t know, the Journalism classroom is located in Rooms 215 and 218, on the back hallway overlooking the beloved senior parking lot. We produce this newspaper during fifth period, which also happens to be home to our school's three lunch periods. Our location provides us with a prime place to watch skippers.
After years of observing you from our perch, there are a few parking lot anecdotes that we would like to share with you.
Number one is tripping. You would not think it was as common as it actually is. We see five to six people a week trip over things. Sometimes it’s a rock, or some other piece of debris; but more often than not people simply trip over themselves. This tripping phenomenon keeps us quite entertained. So, next time you trip and think no one is watching, we want you to know there is an entire classroom of students laughing at your lack of coordination.
Another parking lot regular is dancing. We see dance-offs once a week or so and we can now predict when one is about to erupt as groups of students congregate.
Our favorite weekly pastime, however, is watching the loners, dancing their way to their cars, believing they are invisible.
We also take note of the food choices of the students at Our Humble High School. Chipotle definitely comes in at number one. The infamous brown bag filled with tin-foil covered burritos graces the arms of most lunchtime skippers. Coming in at number two is McDonald's, most likely due to the proximity of the school itself. Bagel Bakery, Popeye’s and Starbucks follow close behind.
And we have seen countless people hide behind cars as the security golf carts round the corner. We watch you inch around your car, hoping to stay out of site and not get caught. But we love it when you do get caught. We always see it coming. It’s like a car wreck that can’t be prevented. We know it’s going to happen and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
The best parking lot view, however, is the hammock-hangers. Every once in a while, a group of students hangs a hammock between their cars and just chills out after school. We want you to know, hammock-hangers, that on days when we have a deadline, and nothing is getting done, watching you swing in your hammocks makes it all a little better.
We journalistas get much enjoyment out of watching the “regulars” every 5th period class as we write our stories and lay out newspaper pages. But just know, next time you trip, dance, skip, or hang a hammock, we are watching you.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Yes, a Room with a View
We are watching you.