By Eric Han
At 12:10 P.M. on October 2, 2014, I walked into the cafeteria to get in line for the microwaved nachos with the requisite “broccoli”. After I paid for my lunch, I walked to the usual table to sit down and converse about life with my companions. As I picked up a nacho with the scrumptious broccoli, I heard the splurch of some unidentified object landing on my plate of nachos. Praying to the heavens it did not get on my shirt, I looked down and saw that the pile of nachos I just payed $4 for was sprawled all over the table and dripping down the shirt that I just got at PacSun for $45. I heard a crowd of “freshman” shrieking with pre-pubescent voices, “Ohhhhh you got him! Hahahaha!”
To many, lunch is a time when people can enjoy their meals, socialize with their friends, and do the last bit of Mr. Szamosfalvi homework they didn't do at home. It shouldn’t be a time when grapes explode on innocent bystanders and people are forced to constantly protect their food from childish bombardment.
To the children who still throw food into the cafeteria, do you also need your mothers to come and cut your sandwich into quarters so you can eat it? Maybe mother also needs to wipe for you after you go to the restroom.
Perhaps the people who still fling their food are not aware that we attend La Cañada HIGH SCHOOL; take note how high school is capitalized. This is not Palm Crest Elementary where the teachers have to scold you and tell you to stop.
High school is the first step in becoming an adult, and the people who throw food need to start acting more mature. I understand that being the “bad boy” may give you the impression that you are cool, but in reality, it is quite the opposite. Let me give you advice: the harder you try to be cool, the more people will see right through the act and label you as a lame kid.
Nobody likes the wanna-be cool kid.
There are other ways to be cool, like helping others in need. Helping people does not only make the person in need happy, but also makes the person helping feel equally satisfied. Instead of flinging grapes at people trying to eat, try helping a friend with homework or just joke around with your friends, and you’ll understand and appreciate the real value of the brief thirty minutes of freedom after 4th period.
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