Ethnographic Paper

On November Seventh, 2012 at 1:39 PM I went to Naan Stop to proceed with my perceptions from previously. I went in and it was a similar representative who has been working there each of the multiple times I’ve gone in. As common I was the main individual there, the radio was playing a well known pop tune by the band One Direction. The proprietor of the store was in the back and jumped out to make proper acquaintance with me and ask how I was doing. I got my standard thing, a little mocha Boba and I held up as the representative, a youthful Mexican presumably in his 20’s made the Boba with a similar glare he has on each opportunity I come in.I remained in Naan stop for twenty minutes and nobody came in. On November Sixth 4:50 PM I went to Naan stop with my companion and we got Boba. We were the main ones in there from the outset yet then two Indian men in their late twenties came in and welcomed the proprietor. They talked in what I accepted that was hindi and afterward changed to english and afterward back to hindi. I assembled that both the Indian men were graduate understudies at UCSB sooner or later and had returned for the end of the week to make proper acquaintance with old companions. I thought that it was odd that they didn’t request anything from Naan Stop, they visited with the proprietor and snapped a photo with him and afterward left.The music playing during their experience was again mainstream society. On the off chance that there wasn’t Indian food and two or three little social Indian sculptures one could never realize it was an Indian Restaurant. My companion held up ten minutes after the Indian men left for new individuals to come in however got baffled and left. I remained for 40 minutes and inside my 40 minutes two student understudies came in and got get Indian and left, four young ladies all wearing their Alpha Phi letters came in requested Boba and left. A moderately aged man and his significant other came in, I remembered them from about fourteen days back when I was doing observations.The spouse, like last time, was wearing an amazingly low profile shirt and her bosoms were really spilling out. The man was in a tank top, they requested Indian food and were the principal clients I’d found over the most recent two days to really eat the food at the eatery. They were noisy and I’d expect that they were lower class or lower working class. The lady continued forever about her â€Å"fancy† sister going to Mexico. She continued saying extravagant with such scorn, the one Mexican worker livened up at the name of Mexico yet then got uninterested and returned to gazing at his telephone as the woman continued forever how her sister had a superior life.The man continued gazing at me and I felt entirely awkward, I accept he knew that I was watching them. He murmured something to his significant other and the two of them turned around and gazed at me as I was claiming to message s omebody. They completed their supper not long after and as they tossed out their refuse the lady feigned exacerbation at me. They hated being the objects of my perception and I’m almost certain their indignation originated from humiliation. When they kept and were separate from vision I got together my things and left.