The Class Mate Observation

She moves her left hand slowly but surely, scratching away at the soon-to-be filled paper that lies in front of her. Just five seats away, our eyes meet, bringing involuntary smiles to each of our faces. She sits, propped up by the unused right arm; its only purpose is to hold the paper down with her elbow. Chatting with Kelly or Michaela, her smile, it appears after each period. Her gray Uggs, worn with pride, worn and tattered after a long trip to the mall with her girlfriends. Yet again, her smile surfaces, showing her great white teeth. At the sight of it, even I begin to smile. Hoop earrings, she’d be lost without them. And her gum, well that’s always present. A beautiful necklace fit for a queen lies upon her chest. All the graphite and pen ink smears and stains her hands. Sometimes she wishes she was right handed. Sometimes. Her legs crossed, she sits up straight. She sits as a princess on a throne. “Put your music on, feel free to move about the room,” says Ms. Strout. Alexis pulls out her iPod and bright pink earbuds, and sits down to work. She just sits there, playing with her hair and her eyes roam about, searching for something. She continues on her work, a signal that she has just discovered a cure for Writer’s Block. But other times, she sights me, again revealing what is usually behind closed lips. I wonder what she thinks about when she writes. Is she always this focused?

Corner of My Room Where the Bookshelf Lies

Ayrton Senna won his first race and died in his last race at this very place. Sherlock Holmes cracked some many investigations here. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. They all performed on this very stage here. Thomas Jefferson’s most famous bottle of wine is currently being displayed here. It all took place right here, in the corner of my room where the bookshelf lies.

New York City

·        As the hours go on, the city becomes increasingly darker. With all the tall building surrounding it, by the time the sun even begins to set, the streets, and everyone on them, become swallowed by shadows.

·        The sound of a thousand taxi engines and horns are like music to the everyday sidewalk users going to work or school or to the diner next to the coffee shop.

·        Blue skies turn to indigo, but the streets remain lit. Time square seems to jump into life with the sun goes down.

·        The sun goes down, but the people don’t sleep. The sun goes down, but New York stays up.

·        During the winter, a blanket of snow covers only some areas. Others remain untouched. So much action, even at night, prevents the snow from ever reaching the streets.

·        At night during the winter, Rockefeller Center keeps the action going. The World’s Largest Christmas Tree and an ice skating rink beneath it provide tons of people with loads of excitement.