For my ethnography I've chosen the place were I have spent most of time my room as I like to call the "Blue Room". It's located 39 miles south of Northridge. As I come home from a busy day from school I open the white washed door that seems to be as twice as old as me in age. The door seems to creek a little as it slide from the wooden frame entrance. As I walk in there is a heavy scent of tide from the clean white sheets that have been laid out on the bed. The cold warm breeze is coming through the window that is propped up by foot or so. Looking forward I can see that its very much sunny yet a light breeze is passing from west to east.
As soon as I take to three steps I toss my backpack to bed, to makes a quick thumping sound as it touches the mattress. The backpacks shape quickly becomes distorted as the contents inside slide to the left and right. As I take a couple steps forward I end up stand in the smack middle. Behind to the right lays the doors entrance and the right of it lays the white washed closet. To my front right the wooden desk that seems more triangular than squared. Laying on the table is my laptop turned off, and my Logitech speakers and a metallic lap on the counter. Next to laptop was my notebook as I came closer I scribbled on the sheet was a to list the ink was blue. Immediately I grabbed the notebook and started to read the list. As I look up I started to hear Aerosmith playing in the background the music was coming of the living room radio.
As I start to put back the old notebook in the corner of my eye I saw a screen light up. I was my iPad mini that was to my front it was laying on my wooden book shelf. I walk towards it the screen is filled with finger marks. As I push the home I notice that its a email from Professor Marcelo. I already knew wait the message was about she had already told us in class that she was going to email us. The wind has started to to pick up as I looked to the left window the palm tree leafs started to hit the glass if the window. By this point I sit my myself on the bed as I sit down the with covers start to crumple. Voices are getting louder for the kitchen it my younger brother he just came in to get a snack, he quickly runs out and accidentally smalls the door with glass window which creates a thump like nose the curtain on the doors smacks on the wood. As I stood up something in my head made me turn to me left and there was my Captain America poster. It doesn't have frame, yet I always tell myself that I must buy one or else it will mess up with time. Its been nagging there for 4 months now. I seems to stand out because of the red, white, and blue. Its one of my favorite possession. Well its already 5p.m and it getting dark the room seems to become dimer buy he minute. I head for my metallic lamp and the rooms fill itself with orangish light. I turn on my computer and get ready to start on my homework.
Martin Vargas Vazquez is currently a freshman at California State University Northridge. He is majoring in History, and is planning to become a Military Historian in the future.