High School Hallway Psychology

Time races by at Prescott High School and the moment is lost. Not one student seems to be observing in detail what is happening around them. They are oblivious of the space beyond five feet from them. Their brains are constantly being bombarded with all sorts of stimuli. Very few students seem to put any thought towards the chaos, as if it is just the normality of a high school hallway and just human nature itself. When the moment in the PHS hallways is analytically dissected, it slows down to a point where small details captivate attention and those details are extremely intriguing. The hallways stretch around the school in a maize-like fashion. Bright lights shine from the white foam tiled ceiling about every ten feet. It reflects

From an overview perspective all the students blend together like a silhouette but up close each individual is very distinct; showing different emotions and having manifold characteristics. Some students are zombified and show no emotion like they have been brainwashed into how to act. They walk down the hallway not darting an eye, locked into some sort of autopilot trance. Some students look moody or their faces scowl red with anger, giving off an impression of not enjoying school. One student stomps down the hallway like a steam engine; smoke, fire and all. Others seem very happy and appear to relish school. A coed group of highschoolers packed into a tight circle have large grins stretching across their faces while they joke obnoxiously and laugh hysterically about who knows what. A group of girls, wading in a cloud of sweet scented perfume, boisterously gossip about what seems to be meaningless drama involving guys. Another group of clean cut, serious faced teens are wearing full Air Force cadet uniforms. They stand with their backs perfectly straight and talk in stern voices as if they are discussing the flight path for a top secret military mission. A girl who is completely on her own planet, ecstatically dances down a hallway bobbing her head to a beat only she can hear through her white earbuds. Some people join in while she is walking by or urge her on for her courage to reveal herself. Aside from all these students who are standing out with their conspicuous actions or contrasting style, many students try to blend into the masses of people. These are the people that are hurrying to get to class as if trying to escape that clatter of