I remember how hectic it was for me my freshman year in high school just to get lunch. Once that fifth period bell rang it was every man for themselves. Like soldiers in the battlefield all the freshman ran towards the cafeteria. Pulling each other back no one cared who was knocked over, or who was left behind, or even if they forgot a book in class because everyone’s objective was to be the first in line. However, no matter how fast one was or what had been done in order to get out of class early there always that one person that had thought of something better and was first in that line.
Waiting in line was not much better for it always seemed endless. The lunch line was never a straight line for people would always cluster together like bees getti
Little did anyone know that by the time one could start eating there were no more than ten minutes left of lunch time. It was at this time when all the students would look at the motionless, long line and see the sad face of the person that was still in line waiting for their precious food. One could see in this person’s eyes that it was going to be another day when the food was not chewed but simple swallowed because of the short amount of time left . The people that had received lunch and only had a couple of valuable minutes left did not care how cold the food was or how fresh it was. All the hungry students could think of was that they had been waiting for their food all day and they paid for their food and their were going to eat it all.