The
cafeteria. It is full of piercing noises, crowded tables, dirty floors, and discourteous
individuals. To enter, I walk over to
the line in the front of the cafeteria with my ID card in hand, and I swipe my
ID card on the scanner connected to a seemingly outdated laptop. I then make my
way toward the end of the line of other students in order to get lunch. The
line extends to almost half of the cafeteria. But, I see in the corner of my
eye, a group of five people that just skipped to the front of the line by bypassing
the pointless blue rope that only
extends to an eighth of the line. Sometimes the cafeteria workers serve
tasty chicken nuggets, while other times they serve slightly charred pizza. When I am finally able to obtain lunch, I look up
and see posters that describe the theme of the day like “Chicken Monday” and “Pizza Friday.” I take the
recyclable tray with a grilled cheese sandwich on it and I try to find a place
to sit. I am like a lone sniper scouting out a battlefield when
I am finding a place to sit. There are vending machines in the middle of the cafeteria
for water, Pop-Tarts, chips, and other snacks, but more importantly, I see an
open space in the table that is in front of the vending machine for water. However,
it seems that someone left a present in the form of a half-eaten sandwich on
the floor, ketchup stains on the table, and bread crumbs on both the table and
the floor. I ignore these things and try to enjoy my sandwich, but I then hear some people around me shout at each other like they are at a
concert, even though their friends are sitting right next to them. The questionable topics
they talk about and the crude language they use are not pleasant to listen to.
However, the worst person is the one that is constantly shaking their leg in
the table, similarly to how a dog would shake its leg. The action shakes the table and
leaves me to wonder if that person has any self-control. When I hear the ringing noise of the whistle signaling
to leave, I throw out my tray instead of leaving it on the table like some people, and I
silently rejoice as I walk to my next class.
