Field notes from table seven

Been camped out at Caribou for three hours now with my anatomy book, but honestly the people-watching has been way more educational than anything about the skeletal system.

Field notes from table seven

This couple at the table next to me has been having the same circular argument for forty-five minutes about whether they’re “hanging out” or “dating.” She keeps saying “I just want to know where we stand” and he keeps responding with “why do we need to label everything?” I want to lean over and tell her that if a guy won’t call you his girlfriend after three months, he’s already answered her question.

Then there’s the study group by the window that’s spent more time arguing about whose turn it is to buy the next round of drinks than actually studying. And the girl behind me who’s been on the phone with her mom for an hour explaining why she switched her major for the third time.

Taking notes on human behavior instead of anatomy.

I started taking notes on all of it in the margins of my textbook, which is probably more interesting reading than anything about bone marrow anyway. Maybe I should switch majors too and become an anthropologist. Though knowing me, I’d probably just end up people-watching the anthropologists.