I went to the small gym to observe the senior pictures.
There were two places for the students to take their pictures. The students
were in lines that were more like clumps. The casual clothes on but the boys
wore fake suits and the girls wore fake dresses which were just pieces of cloth.
The students didn’t seem to happy but they didn’t seem to be pissed of either.
They just looked kind of bored. They were all talking to each other. There were
also students by the wall during what seemed to be English homework. I saw a
few people that I knew. There seemed to be at least sixty or seventy senior
students and teacher in there. Their backpacks were way smaller than freshman
backpacks. The students doing the English work looked super bored. The
photographers looked really bored. People were walking in and out and changing
their shirts. Some of the seniors had sashes on their suits. The room smelled
like feet and old wood. I could hear the small little bits of chatter from
where I was standing but nothing clearly. Sometimes I could hear people laugh. I
could focus on a certain people sometimes and watch their body and facial
expressions. Nobody in the room looked mad. Anna, the girl next to me started
talking to who I assumed was an English teacher because he was grading an
essay. They started talking about college. She told him that location was a big
part of what she was looking for. They talked about Portland and the west
coast. The seniors were still taking pictures. I noticed a girl with Adidas
leggings talking to another senior with a sweatshirt on. They weren’t waiting in
line. A boy with shorts and a black shirt and slides came in and started
talking to Anna. She told me that his name was Victor. I asked him if he knew
my sister and then he told this story about how my sister was in a play with
him and he said that she was bossy. I then noticed that victor had an iPhone
case that had unicorns on it and it said “hater gunna hate”. Then Victor and
Anna started talking Adidas slides. Then we left the big gym and walked back to
the classroom.
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