Library reference desk

seating structure. She sits up and looks around seeing almost no students on the row of computers against the wall to the left of her. The Billington Library is nearly silent this early aside from the hum and clicks of computers, the occasional printer making a hushing noise as…

The teacher checks role first thing in the morning while students are in their chairs completing bell work. All the students have assigned chairs, so the teacher looks around the room and if there is an empty chair then she asked if any of the other students had seen that child today, encase the student is still at breakfast. If no-one had seen that student, then he/she is absent. The students turn in their completed work to the trays labeled on the teachers’ desk. Each tray is labeled a…

blood and physical pain mean so much to someone. However, in my eyes it's almost like a second home. A certain familiarity is developed over time that makes it home. Sitting here I can vividly picture being there. I drive my car into the pot-hole filled parking lot off the highway and park in the same spot I always have, people just seem to know that's my spot. Walking around to the back I open the brown door and enter. The familiar damp smell of sweat still pierces my nose when I…

Understanding social norms is one of the major formulations people use to keep society running in a respectful, safe, and proper way. In public settings people establish, maintain, and change their personal territories formulated by social norms and other verbal and nonverbal notifications sent by others. The term “public,” specifically means areas where individuals have freedom of access, but not necessarily of action (Guerrero, DeVito & Hecht, 1999). In this paper, I will describe my…

that this was the place the graffiti people intended to go the entire time. All across the walls read: “MURDERER”, “ROT IN PRISON”, “PSYCHO”, and “GO TO HELL”. These are not welcoming words to me. This is the shit I was worried about, but perhaps it was just some kids being punks who hated their old principal, who for whatever reason might be in prison. Regardless, I am going to move on, and not think about it. I walk out and continue down the hallway, where there is another split. I go left…

A rustic oak desk sat in the middle of a dimly lit room. Various office supplies were neatly placed around the surface, though there was a distinct lack of electronics, laptop or otherwise. There were no loose papers, everything was neatly stacked, either in the outbox or inbox. Normally both would be full, but it was well past closing time, and the secretary had already emptied both. The morning would bring a fresh pile of folders, but for now, there was a single folder in the center of the…

academic library that I chose to examine, finding the reference desk is no easy task for the unfamiliar patron. With three major entrances and six floors to navigate, this library is an epitome of what most libraries would strive to have: boundless space for patrons and a vast, growing collection. The patron, however, could easily take one glance at this gargantuan building and easily become overwhelmed, despite the services that this one building contains, such as being combined with financial…

observations of how various people established their personal territories in three different places: the library, the elevator, and the café. People are able to take over a piece of the public territory…

Barnett’s and probably differs from everyone’s. Many would say that is it out of this world, literally. My ideal classroom with be based off of a space station. First off I would want my doors to be circular cut doors where everyone would have to crawl into the classroom. I would also like circular windows, allowing a lot of natural light. Next seating, for desks I want two big tables across from each other where everyone can see each other and then chairs surrounding the tables. This will allow…

"It's time to go! Are you girls ready?" my mom called down the taupe stairway that led to our classroom. "Yeah, we'll be right up." I answered as I skimmed my text one last time before stuffing it into a bag with the rest of my books. I lingered at the old wooden desk a moment longer, checking to make sure I had everything. "C'mon Bella, we've got to get going." my sister said as she turned off the computer. I quickly crammed a few more pens in my bag and followed her up the stairs. We said…