Starting a new series today, which makes me very happy because I think I can actually follow through with this series. “The Typing Lab Stories” is for all the times I have decided to write something about something or someone in the lab when I should actually be doing homework. Hopefully you enjoy my procrastination!
The choice must be perfect. Will it be comfortable? Will it work out? Am I too far over? Will I be in the way? Is it already taken? Will it be too loud today? Will she be there?
Every choice walking into the computer lab is important. It is an interesting dance. The choice of computer itself is important. Mac or PC? And that means you have to know which labs have that option and which are PC only.
Choosing where to sit is important. The tutor desk is right next to the door. The row of computers that is directly next to the door shares the desk with the two printers with free printing. To choose to sit here for the long-term is quite risky, because there can be quite a crowd of people waiting to get their printed papers. However, sitting there just to print something then leave is quite socially acceptable.
Then the choice, once these have been ruled out is which way to face. Do you need to watch the door or are you comfortable with random people walking into the room, or would that distract you? If distraction is the case the very last row of computers only faces a wall so the only choice needed would be how far into the row do you need to sit? Do you mind sitting in the corner, or must you be at the end of the row where it’s easy to escape?
If all the seats were empty, you could easily choose the best seat for you. However, that’s never the case. There are always people in the way, back packs in seats. Regulars that you know are annoying. One that always talks on the phone “quietly”. Another that honestly you always leave if she comes in unless you absolutely have something due that day or tomorrow. She sings while she does whatever she does but it never seems to be classwork. It begins quietly, at first, then it slowly builds to screeching of songs already not popularly liked. The worst is when she starts dancing in her seat, oh and if you make eye contact, she gets louder, even if you glare.
Who would have ever thought picking a seat would be complicated?