No, I Don't Expect You to Be Able to Read My Handwriting

I’ll start off by pointing out the obvious.  I’ve got awful handwriting. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not ashamed of it either. For your convenience, and perhaps amusement, I will transcribe and expand upon them below.

• A group of students are talking loudly about their housing issues as they eat. The group consists of three young men and one woman. I know one of the guys from Hillel, back when I was active in the club. This continues for about
• Two of my students from the writing center are trying REALLY hard to pretend they don’t notice me. I’m smiling and I’ve waved, but I’m waiting to see how long it takes them to acknowledge my presence.
• Two employees  (perhaps on their break)– a young man and woman– are sitting and eating at a table together, but they aren’t talking. About twenty minutes later, another (older) man joins them, and the conversation quickly becomes much more lively

• Suddenly, I hear one of the guys from the table that was loudly discussing housing earlier now singing “Little Bunny Foofoo.” I… I don’t know what to say about that. It appears to have been a complete non-sequiter. They went right back to discussing housing.
• There’s a girl with bright pink streaks in her hair ordering a salad.
• There’s music being played on the speakers, but I can barely make it out. Is that Pink Floyd? It can’t be… can it?
• Overheard conversation from Little Bunny FooFoo: “I saw you dancing with that one person…”
• The girl working at the game room seems to be fixing the XBox as two guys wait to play. I don’t often see many people in the game room, but these guys are playing Guitar Hero III after she fixes the XBox. They play every song on easy mode. The first one I hear is “Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against the Machine.
• “He could have gotten killed ten times.”
• I move from the food court to the Market Basket. A significant portion of shelf space is empty, while other areas are very well stocked, such as vegan items. Do people not buy the vegan stuff?
• Not much excites me here, so I move back to the food court. There’s so many people moving in and out. It’s a bit overwhelming to try to capture.
• A sullen looking dude buys a sandwich.
• Two girls in sorority sweatshirts talk. “The most successful time in my life is now.”
• A pretty girl eats her salad alone. She looks sad. Later I notice that her boyfriend joins her.
• A well-dressed, cheerful (presumably) blind girl orders macaroni.
• One of the girls with her asks me how the macaroni is today. I tell her that I didn’t have any, because I don’t like cheese anyway. We talk for a while about how odd that is.
• “I had mac and cheese here once and it sucked,” she tells me.
• I sit at the lounge area for a while, and realize that not only is my seat very comfortable, but it has WHEELS and SPINS. This is AWESOME.
• The sound is set up strangely by the TVs. Both are very nice, expensive looking flat screens, but they are right next to each other, on equally high volume. The sound from both are clear, but they clash, also with the music from the speakers overhead and the voices all around.
• The woman working at the sandwich counter appears to be missing a few teeth, but she smiles warmly.
• Two attractive girls sit by the vending machines eating cupcakes. One has red streaks in her hair.
• “Well, you know, you grow up with that.”
• Back to the gameroom the “Big Buck Hunter” and “Tokyo Drift” games are out of order. Many competing sound effects here too.
• “My mom didn’t go to college. They don’t understand that today…”
• “It’s predominant among the male gay community…”
• “…third-world country like Israel…”
• This guy is dressed like a lumberjack, except he doesn’t have a beard. Is that why he’s eating his sandwich alone?