The larger hand on the clock strikes 12:09 (p.m.) and it’s time for me to embark upon a dangerous odyssey, one that will bring me within a few feet of multiple Sirens and Circes and other mythological creatures (the High Schoolers) and beasts (the Middle Schoolers). The odyssey which culminates in my standing in line for (too long) a few seconds, to receive food that is often (too mediocre) not exciting. I consider myself an adventurous eater, one who doesn’t shy away from the infinitesimal options and fathomless lunch time combinations. I only eat Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches on fish day, and not because I’m afraid of fish (I’ve eaten most types available and some of the classier establishments in the States), but because I know better than risk my life on a serving of the fish. And thus, as someone with considerable experience with the entirety of gourmet menu, I can say without any doubt in my mind that my favorite school lunch is one from before we made the transition to the new food system. Personally, I don’t think I need to utter but one more word before everyone who reads this understands where I’m coming from: burritos. If you’ve had those enchiladas masquerading as Mexican fare with what seems like a cheese stick melted inside, you know the Mexican has taken a drop for the worse.
Now, it’s not by any means that I don’t like the new food. It’s just that I like the old stuff better. Maybe this is a theme in my life. I like Nabakov more than Grisham, I prefer Run DMC and A Tribe Called Quest to Lil Weezy, and I preferred Sophomore year to this one. Nope, I don’t think that has any relevance: bring back the burritos. THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!
