Old people surround me as I lounge on the upper floor of my home town library.
  Two to my left, one dead ahead, one just went down the stairs and an old lady standing directly behind me (hopefully she’s not reading over my shoulder!)
  The one in front of me came up the stairs whistling away, with some what of a smug look on his face, chose a magazine on….I can’t tell what, and is now sitting at a table reading it.
  The one to my left appears to be looking for…I don’t know what, and just pulled out some sort of sports car

magazine.
  The one to my far left appears to be very sophisticated as he sits in his green sweater and matching socks reading…
TIME?
  The lady behind me is looking at tapes or videos…and I’m going to investigate what exactly she’s looking at.
  I walked beside her pretending to look for some tape, following her gaze I saw Harry Potter and “Nancy” something which she just pulled out.
  Another old lady just walked up the stairs, carrying a piece of paper and a hand bag.
  An old black man just came out of the elevator – OLD PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE!
  The old black man is chuckling with someone, who appears to be his pal.
  Nancy Taylor Rosenberg – library addition; that’s what the old lady pulled out.
  The black man is sitting with a white old man and they’re chatting about something.
  In front of them sits another old black man reading a newspaper.
  A kid in a hat, 17 or so, is strolling the isles staring at people.
 

When I see old people up here reading their magazine of choice, it makes me wonder.
 Are they out of work?
  Perhaps they’re retired and have nothing better to do with their time.
  Do my Grandparents do this because they’re old and bored silly? 
   The old man with the sports car magazine just dropped it and caught it real fast like.
  There’s also about a million Hispanic people here.
  Not very many white folks, except those working behind the desk, and the three old men around me.
  I wonder if someone’ll steal my laptop and stuff if I run to the bathroom real quick.  I always wonder this, even in the safest places in the world, like Abilene or Gainesville.  Who the heck's gonna steal my stuff in these places?  Apparently nobody 'cause my stuff's still here. 
  Oop!
  Here comes an old white guy meandering up the stairs in a baseball cap. 

I couldn’t find a pencil so I had to ask the lady at the front desk if I could borrow one.
  (another old lady just came out of the elevator, she’s real interesting looking)
  I figure, the best way to get over your fears is to pretend that everyone is on your side.
  A lady just came by me and told me not to put my feet up on the table, “It’s way easy to get mud on the table” she says…She wasn’t very old.

Anyways, we just have to pretend that everyone is on our side, and then it’s easy to ask for things without being embarrassed or ashamed.
  Say for instance you’re at McDonalds and they get your order wrong, well just go right on up there and ask them if they can make you a burger without cheese.
  If they’re on your side they’re gonna want you to be happy right?
  Then they’ll be delighted to make you another burger without cheese!
  So don’t feel bad!
  Or if you feel stupid asking for a pencil because you forgot yours at home, well the lady likes you and thinks your great, you guys are best friends!
  She doesn’t mind lending you her pencil!
  You still have to be humble though, and outward focused; careful not to think the world revolves around you and that everyone is here for your Majesty’s great service.
  If you turn into that, NOBODY’ll want to help you out and you’ll be nobody’s best friend; not even the nice librarian lady’s.

I’m mainly rambling now.
  Avoiding a terrible project that’s due Monday after school gets back.
  I’m really quite hopelessly ruined in that class.
  Only God can save me now!
  Heh heh heh…
  It’s the worst class a girl like me could take!
  I have to get over my hatred, though, and just do the stuff I hate.
  I really hope I don’t get a job I hate when I grow all the way up; if so I’m sure to be homeless before you bat an eye!

I just found out, by means of extreme sneakiness, that the guy with the matching socks was reading a magazine titled
ATHENS
– 100 Years of Flying.
  Maybe he was a pilot.
  An old black guy just took his seat, and the matching socks guy is soon to discover this!
  Another old lady in bright red with a purple, orange and green patterned sweater just came out of the elevator.
  I tell ya, man, they’re all over…