In Class Writing 2

Birds chirping in the wave of the new day beginning. I walk from the Woodworth complex to start heading to class. I smell the pleasant scent of rain in the air, and the wet grass below my feet. I begin to wonder if it might rain today. As I take another step onto the black gleaming pavement, I notice it is dry. As if the pavement is much hotter then the grass and soaks the water away. I walk to class with the understanding it's just another walk, but what I hadn't realized is, that this walk is so much more clear and eye-opening. 

As I begin to walk by people I see the look on their face, the look of exhaustion. There aren't many people going to class at eight in the morning, Most people want to sleep in and go around nine A.M. I look at their eyes to see if they look tired, then pan down there body to see what they're wearing. You can tell someone who wanted to be out this early by how they dress. I see a person who acts as if they don't have a place in this world, they look at the ground when they walk, and the have headphones in. They play their music loud enough for me to hear it, and they seem to not care what the outside world is doing, just there own walk to class. 

Then you see the bikers. The people that are in a huge hurry to get to class, and will run you over if they must. They never seem to care about walking pedestrians, they just care about their fast travel. If you watch closely, you'll notice how they just weave in and out of big groups of people! It is scary and rude. They should show some sort of common courtesy. The bikers look as if they don't care about the world, they want to be at class fast, and be the first one to leave so they can beat the rush to their next class. I noticed all different types of people, and the way that they portray themselves. How they act, look, and what I feel.