My third autho-ethnography is strapping on my watch in the morning. This is an interesting activity to me because although this is something I personally do every morning, the cold nature of the strap reminds me I am doing it every time. To me, my morning shower isn’t what wakes me up before I head to class, it is putting on my watch that really wakes me up. The unique snapping click sound of the strap clicking into place that tells me it’s on properly the pinching of the hairs on my wrist, and the heaviness of the watch itself are all things you wouldn’t normally notice unless you really thought deeper into it. I think this is quite unique, and is something not everyone relates to which is why I have chosen to study further into this banal activity of my everyday life.
100 word analysis
The cold metal clatters as I lift the mechanism to my hairy
wrist. I snap the clasp firmly into position and it ever so sharply pinches my
hairs, sending a furious shiver up my limb as I shake the object off my hairs
to fall into position. The strap remains
cold, bringing my senses to life. Fingering the glass face as I listen for the
constant ticking that aligns my days into position; hours, minutes and
seconds. My arm feels heavy, dragged
down by the weight of the watch as I place it on my arm.
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