A bright orange card reading, 'Remember to SIGN IN each and every time you use a lab computer!' is taped on a worn out folder on the right side of the little booth, the rule long since has been followed. It overflows with papers from different classes, and is decorated with small marks and such that weren't there at the beginning of the year. On the left is another small paper, white, and covered with ink and lead. A Macmillan Dictionary for Students lay on the shelf above the Dell computer, untouched from day one. This is Station # 4; the epitome of all I've grown to know over the school year. Usually second period, rarely third, normally plus period, and always fourth and sixth period are spent in this booth I've come to call my third or fourth home. If it's writing, playing helpful games, going through footage, fixing photos, putting together yearbook pages, reading, or correcting papers, I do it all on the fourth computer in a room filled with twenty or so. Also in this booth pushed up against many others is a shelf underneath the main desk; a lovely footstool. On many occasions I kick off my shoes, rest my feet on the shelf, lean back in the blue roller chair, and not do what I should do, but that could include thinking of what to write next, what the answer could possibly be, or how my neck hurts and I really need a break.
From Graphics class, one of the periods where I spend the entire time glued to the computer screen, I have learned one thing: Blink. I remember last year walking into the computer lab going to get Sami, my sister who was working on a yearbook page. Taped in her little booth was a brightly colored, all caps sign which read, 'BLINK!' I never understood what it meant until I found myself intently staring at pictures and trying to erase the background. Then I would remember to blink, but it would be too late and tears would leak out my eyes.
Station # 4 has caused me mixed feelings. I've cried over it, I've thanked it, I've even wanted to hurt it, but with emotions pushed aside, I still spend at least half of my day staring into a computer screen. I'll have to say that I will miss my little booth over the summer, and maybe next year I'll get to work at that same space, but with fewer periods in the lab.
From Graphics class, one of the periods where I spend the entire time glued to the computer screen, I have learned one thing: Blink. I remember last year walking into the computer lab going to get Sami, my sister who was working on a yearbook page. Taped in her little booth was a brightly colored, all caps sign which read, 'BLINK!' I never understood what it meant until I found myself intently staring at pictures and trying to erase the background. Then I would remember to blink, but it would be too late and tears would leak out my eyes.
Station # 4 has caused me mixed feelings. I've cried over it, I've thanked it, I've even wanted to hurt it, but with emotions pushed aside, I still spend at least half of my day staring into a computer screen. I'll have to say that I will miss my little booth over the summer, and maybe next year I'll get to work at that same space, but with fewer periods in the lab.