Tiff, Kristy, Amy, and I huddled close together on the car. We made a few jokes, giggled a bit, and shared experiences. (It was interesting to learn that Kristy spent a month in Europe with only her best friend and a free spirit to take her where she pleased.) At the Porter Square stop, a man sat down next to me, and began to play music on his headphones loudly. It was a sort of Jamaican/Reggae music, which was a little foreign to me. I listened intently, and noticed how his head bobbed to the rhythm of the notes. This African-American ma

I believe that the group our field trip should have focused on was commuters. The streets were lined with career-oriented women and men who were busy scrambling to the T station or the buses; too busy to notice the four young girls who were sent to observe them. How different this atmosphere was from my city back home! I had never experienced "rush hour" this way. In Boston, rush hour is literally a rush of people running around; in Miami, rush hour is a 3 hour traffic jam on the expressways. Back home, nobody uses public transportation. We barely see the commuters because everyone has their own cars, which they park at the door of their work-place and drive off in the afternoon. In the streets of Boston, I interacted with these commuters. I was part of their mob, trying to get on the T, and I was part of their mob walking the streets of Downtown Crossing. In Miami, it isn't much interaction looking over from the passenger seat of my car and seeing a commuter in their car, talking on the cell phone. While I have heard many rumors of Bostonians being rude and unfriendly, my opinion is that this is untrue. It is merely because Bostonians interact with others much more than those in other cities, and it's expected to find that bunch of rude, unfriendly people. This is not always the case, though.

Outside of CLF, we discussed what we should do next. We decided to wander around a bit more, but not to stray far from the T station. Originally, our target population that we were asked to observe were homeless people. However, it was difficult to find many homeless people because they were most likely all indoors somewhere, trying to stay sheltered from the rain. I did see one woman, who was dressed in raggedy pieces of fabrics and was carrying a few torn grocery bags. I began to approach her, and gave a friendly "hi!", but she seemed uninterested by my approach and continued to briskly walk away. A few steps away, we also noticed a man lying on a street corner, covered by trash bags. He seemed to have set up his own spot there; a few pieces of blankets covered in soot served as his mattress, a rolled up sweater became his pillow, and the pieces of black trash bags separated him from the rain, the cold, and the stares from those walking past him.

Tiffany and I began to inspect the various publications CLF had on exhibition, while Amy and Kristy inspected the jar of batteries and the plants. We took as many brochures as we could, so that later we would be able to read up on CLF and understand their mission statement. A few moments later, Marisa stepped out of the elevator and introduced herself. We all talked for a bit, asked a few questions on CLF and commented on the ugly weather that awaited us outside. We didn't want to keep Marisa very long, bec

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