It’s a Thursday morning in the high school, lunch time. First shift starts at 11:18 am, as soon as the fourth hour bell rings, students hustle to their lockers, put their books away, and hustle to the lunch line. For some, lunch is the best part of the day, and is a contest between friends to see who can get to the front of the line first.
Myself, I’m always the last one in line, I take my time, walk with friends, and wait to see what the cooks have made up for us on that day. Today, specifically, Taco in a Bag. I see my classmates pushing and shoving to get their trays, thinking to themselves if they want to take the taco or the turkey burger, what a tough decision in the eyes of a student. Many people take the taco, while only a select
Myself, I’m always the last one in line, I take my time, walk with friends, and wait to see what the cooks have made up for us on that day. Today, specifically, Taco in a Bag. I see my classmates pushing and shoving to get their trays, thinking to themselves if they want to take the taco or the turkey burger, what a tough decision in the eyes of a student. Many people take the taco, while only a select