Description of Anonymous People in HUFS
I am sitting on a bench right across from the main building of HUFS. I chose this place to observe people because this is the place I can see the most people at one time. Most people go their separate ways. Some press on their way busily. One woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, walks quickly across the street. She is wearing a navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a blue cardigan, and black high heels that click on the pavement. Her hair is pulled up into a bun, and she wears a bright pink lipstick. She carries a coffee in her left hand, which has a wedding ring on it, and she talks into the cell phone in her right hand. She is angrily yelling into the phone, scolding someone for a poor job they did. And even though she walks farther away, her voice maintains the same volume.
Walking behind her slowly is a student with a heavily loaded grey backpack. He walks slowly across the campus, typing on his phone and reading something. He has bright green headphones in his ears. He is very clearly well groomed and cares very much for his appearance because he stops every so often to check his hair in the reflection of his phone. And while checking his hair he steps into a puddle and curses. But no matter, his white shoes are unstained. He is wearing dark jeans and a white collared shirt with a dark jacket. His hair is dyed a light brown, and looks short and freshly cut.
Other people walk along the way with their family, friends, or their boyfriend or girlfriend. An elderly couple walks past. Their faces look similar, full of wrinkles and with concerned looks on their faces. He walks with his hands behind his back, while she walks with her hands to her side. Both of them have gray hair, and dark watery eyes. They both wear athletic outfits, him with blue and green and yellow hints on his pants and shirt, while she has purple and pink. She walks with a slight limp, like an animal with a wounded foot. He, however, has her injury in mind and walks the same speed as her. Every once in a while he looks to her to make sure she's ok.
A mother and her child walk past the elderly couple from the opposite direction. The mother has thick, short, black hair and wears too much red lipstick. She wears a long black sweater and a light pair of pants. Her child (perhaps a little boy) wears a vest over a white t-shirt, khakis, and socks with his sandals. She holds onto his hand wisely, as he seems to be looking everywhere but at what is in front of him. He trips a little, and she tugs at his arm and tells him to pay attention. He quickly hurries to keep up with her and pays attention for a short while, but seems to become distracted again while looking at his surroundings.
Towards the end of the path, a little child is so merrily walking with her father catching my attention at once. It is a little girl, and I would put her age at about 4 or so. The girl is not Korean, and has curly brown hair. She never loses her radiant smile. She wears a head band in her hair, which is bright with rainbow colors. She also wears sunglasses, which make her seem cool in some ways. She wears a yellow shirt with a big rabbit picture on the front, and tight blue pants rolled up above her knees. She plays around with a soccer ball, and squeals with delight when she kicks the ball to her father. Shortly afterward, she runs to her father calling him "Dada!" and throws herself into his arms. Then, he lifts her into the sky and they smile brightly at each other.
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