Lunch stress

Lunch ... such a social strata.

In high school, you wanted to make sure that you had your 5th hour class with at least one of your friends ... preferably more than just one because you'd be screwed if they were sick. Trying to find other people to sit with ... not fun. it was so much easier in elementary when you sat with your class. No standing there looking for people. You just went. You'd think it would get better when you got to college - but then it was three meals of standing and looking for people. Breakfast was a pop tart from quick service because you weren't getting up any earlier than you needed to. Lunch was usually a sandwich from there because no one else was back from class. There were days you'd all meet somewhere on campus, but with study schedules and those pesky classes, that didn't always work either.

Dinner, though, was carefully and meticulously planned. What time? Which dining hall? Was it chicken fingers night at Down Under? Because we couldn't miss that - EVER. It also had to be carefully planned because you had to get there before the football players did. Otherwise, you'd be waiting forever for them to restock the food. I remember some girls being jealous I was in the same dorm as the football boys, but really, in times like that - it was just a pain in the rear. I did not handle not having Froot Loops to eat because Mr. O-Linesman decided he needed four bowls. Pig.

Even now when we get the master schedule, we're scrambling to see what lunch we have and who is in it. Groans erupt when it isn't your preferred time spot. Sympathies go out to the lone male stuck with a bunch of females. And those of us in C lunch know that if there's treats in the lounge, we need to find a way to sash some because goodness knows there won't be any left for us. As soon as anything homemade or chocolately gets placed on that table, it's inhaled within a few minutes. We're more vulturelike than human at that point.



*This was a freewrite. I started the day writing about different things that were stressing me out, and then the lunch ramble jumped out. So, it shows you that it is typical to have very random freewrites!