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August 25, 2003
Lunchtime: claim your table and save me a seat
By Joe Keo
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Several
hours into the freshmen year, you’re sitting there gazing hopelessly at
the sluggish clock as it ticks and tocks. Finally the lunch bell rings.
Jumping out of your seat, you dash down the halls and enter a french
fry-scented cafeteria. Your
stomach is growling and ready for some food, but the problem is: where do
you sit? Lunch
is supposed to be a time of relaxation, a break for students who are
exhausted and stressed from long hours of boring lectures and tedious note
taking. But
the first day of lunch may be a bit of a hassle for freshmen. Seniors,
juniors, and sophomores have already formed their group of friends. They
know where to sit and not to sit or who to sit next to or not to sit next
to. Freshmen will have some difficulty finding a place to settle down
their first day. Cliques
exist in high school, and they’re very obvious in the lunchroom. Jocks
huddle together talking Monday Night Football and game plays at one table.
Cheerleaders giggle and laugh about their social life while planning their
next routine. Rockers wearing concert shirts gather with their guitars and
drumsticks, conversing about the latest music trends. Where
do you fit in? Don’t
waste your time trying to ask the captain of the school’s football team
if you could sit next to him because most of the time the situation will
become totally humiliating and life scarring. It’s
more likely one or more of your buddies from middle school will have the
same lunch period as you. Find some familiar faces and hurry to the
closest empty table. Sit your rear end down and chow down on your grub
before it turns cold. Hurry
up and take a chomp of that chicken patty (wondering, is it really
chicken?) and that luscious chocolate milk (you got to love that SuperCow)
before time runs out and you’ll be forced to return to more grueling
hours of fast-talking and work-crazy teachers. At
lunch, talk about how you got lost and walked into the wrong classroom or
laugh at how you fell while climbing up the stairs to class. Just chill
out and chat with your friends. Take
the toothpick from your pre-made turkey grinder and stick it in the gum on
your lunch table. Declare it your territory, mark your boundaries with
your mayonnaise packet, and make it your own because many of your high
school memories will begin here. High
school is a whole different environment. If you thought middle school was
bad, high school takes bad to another level. Social life begins to
interfere with school life, homework loads increase, and exams require
more than a study cram in homeroom in order to pass. You’ll
have plenty of opportunities to have some fun in extracurricular
activities and make new friends. At the same time you’ll meet snobby
punks, scary personalities, and the occasional militant physical education
teachers. ("Get down and give me 20!") Hey,
that’s the beauty of the high school experience. As time passes, it’ll
somehow grow on you. |
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