Sitting in English class right now, I look around and try to find something to write about. This section is called Campus Life, and it occurs to me that every individual sitting in this room is a part of that. Technically, I could write about anybody in this class and it would be on Campus Life, right? Right. There are so many options, though, and I do not know where to begin. I’m not sure if I want to talk about the girl with glasses sitting in the back, trying to keep from falling asleep as I keep catching her head fall and see her pick herself up. Or, do I talk about the stunning girl sitting next to me who has this intense vibe but also the softest laugh. Or wait, do I talk about that Armenian kid who’s into magic tricks, and tragically one of the only few people in the class who seems to be genuinely interested in the course? Honestly, I love this. No doubt. I love looking at the people in my class and wondering who they are, and what they’re like. I just want to talk to them, and learn about them. I want to get to know every individual in this class, you know? It’s almost impossible to comprehend that every single person is a complete different human being in their whole, who lead completely different lives with different interests and restrictions and experiences. I think I’m just very aware of individual people. I want to get into their head, even if for a second. And you know what’s the most fun thing to do? Making up their stories. I want to come up with tragic illnesses, pressuring parents and an interest in journalism for these people. Maybe sports, maybe something that’s unique and borderline weird, or maybe something as simple as having a sibling? Or, maybe they have a cousin who’s really rude and a fun aunt. Your stories are waiting to be written, to me! The best part is, when people give little clues about what their story is. When someone fidgets at the mention of a name, if someone’s doodling throughout class, or when someone seems to not be able to keep their head up throughout the class (like what were you doing last night?). These are the little clues they give me that help me write their stories. So, to the blonde girl sitting on my left side with the peculiar snacks she brings every class, and the tall guy sitting across me with the really deep voice, this article goes out to you. It doesn’t have much meaning, perhaps, but maybe you’d like to know that I think you’re really interesting people.
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Campus Life Editor
Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 47 Issue 12 on April 11, 2018