High School Lunch

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Damnit, I thought, somebody took the last slice of chicken, bacon, ranch. It all happened a few weeks ago, a few minutes after AP Chemistry ended at 12:28. Because we have the last lunch of the day, and therefore the least amount of food to choose from, my tablemates established an informal, unspoken rule where we could leave at 12:23 as long as we had no reason to be in class. Also, we were on the other side of the school and would, therefore, lose out on getting a seat at the table. That day, I decided to wait until the regular 12:28. I lost the pizza and the seat. Of course, there were more profound incidents of lunchroom diplomacy. In fourth grade, hating school was all the rage, but everybody despised school for different reasons. Nevertheless, …show more content…

“You’re right,” I responded, “I guess I don’t.” Of course, I was lying. In 6th grade, Landon (my friend since preschool) and I finally got the same lunch time. We sat together every day and debated everything from basic mathematics to who had the best Palkia and Mewtwo. I liked 6th grade. It was simpler. That is until the cool kids wanted to take over the lunchroom.
While most table groups conceded to the overly impressive power and authority that comes from a group of eleven and twelve-year-olds, Landon and I decided to fight. Over time, we recruited members and even took over a few tables. It was fun but incredibly stressful, to have control over much of my class. Unfortunately, it ended up being too much for a preteen to handle, and I succumbed to the cool kids. I left Landon behind for the last few weeks of the school year.
By seventh grade, Landon and I had become friends again, and we both agreed to follow the popular kids. Unfortunately, school leadership made the mistake of splitting our house up to compensate for having to combine parts of seventh and eighth grade into one lunch. Our alliance was devastated, as we lost many influential leaders and the remaining students fragmented into the sea of seventh and eighth graders. Fortunately, Landon and I were still together, but the remaining students needed a new

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