A few crazy nights, and one Food Fight!
Well after an enjoyable week of fun and being grounded, I have chosen to Update.
The Crazy Nights
Friday night I went o'er to Amys, for fun. They had somewhat of a party with some parents downstairs having fun, while we were upstairs. The highlight of the night was when Carson basically pulled out Kung Foo and kicked Dustin G. in the nuts. It was completely random, but halirous.
Last night after the game, Leah and I went out to Steak 'N Shake, however we changed our plans and went to IHOP. Good stuff! We talked until about 12:30. My stomach still hurts from laughing so much. Talk about Pot Holes! Life can have it's potholes!
The Food Fight
Welp, on Friday it finally happened. One lunch lady who has worked at the school for 21 years said that there has never been a food fight, until Friday. Lemme lay it down for ya.....
Friday....the day of food. The quiet staring across the lunch room of anxiety finally hit it's peak. The Lunch....; Hot Pockets, Banana; Salad; Brownie; Milk. The occasional banana peel and other food would begin to fly across the determined war zone. This planned food tossing was scheduled for Friday, however many people thought that it was just all-talk and that noone would do it. The battle broke loose when (I believe)the first banana peel shot across the ceiling with a beautiful arch. Suddenly lots of people were throwing things. Some people took it to heart to hit people they disliked. A few basketball players nearly had bruises on their faces because of being pegged with entire bananas. This war came to its peak when someone grabbed chunks of their salad, and chucked it across the room. The salad hit several people. Rumor was that there was salad dressing on the lettuce. Personally, I threw about three croutons and a chunk of my brownie. The war didn't really turn out to be Juniors against Seniors, nor Seniors against Freshmen it was somewhat a Free-for-all. At its peak, students could be seen dodging food, and hiding under tables. Now one might ask, where was the supervision? The answer; outside in a hallway talking to eachother. Right off the bat, Perkins was hit in the head with a milk carton. People were throwing Milk Shakes, bananas, pop bottles, hot pockets, salad; just about everything!
As people started to scatter, the throwing died down. People were politely taking their trays up to the counter, and in that, there was a big group of people. People were still throwing food when we were up there. As I walked by, I saw a group of lunch ladies standing in the doorway of one of their serving lines. They didn't appear to be looking happy. As I walked by, I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. I was thinking something on the lines of "oh crap, we're going to have to clean all of this up", to "that's embarassing". I found out later that the lunch ladies ran out of bananas, and gave out apples. It never occurred to me that they were being passed out, when our table was hit with one. As it turns out, when I talked to several of the lunch ladies about it, they thought it was funny. They we're actually happy that we we're throwing food, because they knew that they wouldn't have to clean it all up. I finally got my tray into the tray counter, and then moved on, while dodging some food. I wondered out into the Commons area to discuss this entire event with my friends.
Finally, the teachers had realized what had happened and they corralled everyone from the halls, and brought everyone back into the Lunch room. The principal, yelled a little bit, and said that it wouldn't be tollerated if it happened again. He said that "the people who threw food must stay and clean up, and everyone else may go back to class". So naturally I had this problem., should I go, or stay? If I stayed, they would automatically label me as someone who threw and I would be putting myself out there to be caught. The simple image of this little crouton twirling infront of me kept recurring in my head. And I didn't want to have a guilty conscience. So, naturally, I stayed. I wasn't going to lie. There we're several students who stayed and helped clean up, who didn't even throw anything. Overall, the clean-up was mostlikely the fastest that the lunch room has been cleared after lunch.
After the cleaning was over, I left, just like everyone else. I went back to my study hall/class, and was getting ready to go to my next class, when the phone rang, and I was told to hold tight, that one of the administraters would be coming to get me. Finally, he did, and I went into his office, to await my meeting with the Principle. Apparently, they coaxed some girl into spilling it all and I guess my name was mentioned.
As it was my turn to enter the room of death, I went in and sat down. For about 5 minutes, I was interrogated. They wanted names. And you'd think I'd give names? I was about angry enough getting caught, when all I threw were a couple of croutons and a chunk of treat? People we're throwing pop bottles, and APPLES........APPPLESSS! Those could knock someone out. By George if I was gonna give out names! So I really didn't give them any help. "Who started it?", "Who's idea was it?", "Who planned it?", "Who threw what?". I nearly got a minor out of the whole incident. It somewhat angered me when people that were clearly throwing things never got into trouble. At the end of the school day, there was like a twenty minute meeting in the Auditorium of all of the high school. The principle had to write down what he was wanting to say, because he's a panzy. "This is from the heart, guys"--bah! So basically, it got me out of my U.S. History class for 20 mins for a two minute lecture that taught us nothing. I have to go in Monday morning for detention tomorrow. Sounds like fun!
In all, I really have no regrets. I'm writing this down because I never wanna forget the details. I had the privlige of talking to a Janitor who thought it was funny, about what had happened. He said that at his High School, people used to have the walls coated with food, and that this would be an overreation. Oh well!
The Crazy Nights
Friday night I went o'er to Amys, for fun. They had somewhat of a party with some parents downstairs having fun, while we were upstairs. The highlight of the night was when Carson basically pulled out Kung Foo and kicked Dustin G. in the nuts. It was completely random, but halirous.
Last night after the game, Leah and I went out to Steak 'N Shake, however we changed our plans and went to IHOP. Good stuff! We talked until about 12:30. My stomach still hurts from laughing so much. Talk about Pot Holes! Life can have it's potholes!
The Food Fight
Welp, on Friday it finally happened. One lunch lady who has worked at the school for 21 years said that there has never been a food fight, until Friday. Lemme lay it down for ya.....
Friday....the day of food. The quiet staring across the lunch room of anxiety finally hit it's peak. The Lunch....; Hot Pockets, Banana; Salad; Brownie; Milk. The occasional banana peel and other food would begin to fly across the determined war zone. This planned food tossing was scheduled for Friday, however many people thought that it was just all-talk and that noone would do it. The battle broke loose when (I believe)the first banana peel shot across the ceiling with a beautiful arch. Suddenly lots of people were throwing things. Some people took it to heart to hit people they disliked. A few basketball players nearly had bruises on their faces because of being pegged with entire bananas. This war came to its peak when someone grabbed chunks of their salad, and chucked it across the room. The salad hit several people. Rumor was that there was salad dressing on the lettuce. Personally, I threw about three croutons and a chunk of my brownie. The war didn't really turn out to be Juniors against Seniors, nor Seniors against Freshmen it was somewhat a Free-for-all. At its peak, students could be seen dodging food, and hiding under tables. Now one might ask, where was the supervision? The answer; outside in a hallway talking to eachother. Right off the bat, Perkins was hit in the head with a milk carton. People were throwing Milk Shakes, bananas, pop bottles, hot pockets, salad; just about everything!
As people started to scatter, the throwing died down. People were politely taking their trays up to the counter, and in that, there was a big group of people. People were still throwing food when we were up there. As I walked by, I saw a group of lunch ladies standing in the doorway of one of their serving lines. They didn't appear to be looking happy. As I walked by, I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. I was thinking something on the lines of "oh crap, we're going to have to clean all of this up", to "that's embarassing". I found out later that the lunch ladies ran out of bananas, and gave out apples. It never occurred to me that they were being passed out, when our table was hit with one. As it turns out, when I talked to several of the lunch ladies about it, they thought it was funny. They we're actually happy that we we're throwing food, because they knew that they wouldn't have to clean it all up. I finally got my tray into the tray counter, and then moved on, while dodging some food. I wondered out into the Commons area to discuss this entire event with my friends.
Finally, the teachers had realized what had happened and they corralled everyone from the halls, and brought everyone back into the Lunch room. The principal, yelled a little bit, and said that it wouldn't be tollerated if it happened again. He said that "the people who threw food must stay and clean up, and everyone else may go back to class". So naturally I had this problem., should I go, or stay? If I stayed, they would automatically label me as someone who threw and I would be putting myself out there to be caught. The simple image of this little crouton twirling infront of me kept recurring in my head. And I didn't want to have a guilty conscience. So, naturally, I stayed. I wasn't going to lie. There we're several students who stayed and helped clean up, who didn't even throw anything. Overall, the clean-up was mostlikely the fastest that the lunch room has been cleared after lunch.
After the cleaning was over, I left, just like everyone else. I went back to my study hall/class, and was getting ready to go to my next class, when the phone rang, and I was told to hold tight, that one of the administraters would be coming to get me. Finally, he did, and I went into his office, to await my meeting with the Principle. Apparently, they coaxed some girl into spilling it all and I guess my name was mentioned.
As it was my turn to enter the room of death, I went in and sat down. For about 5 minutes, I was interrogated. They wanted names. And you'd think I'd give names? I was about angry enough getting caught, when all I threw were a couple of croutons and a chunk of treat? People we're throwing pop bottles, and APPLES........APPPLESSS! Those could knock someone out. By George if I was gonna give out names! So I really didn't give them any help. "Who started it?", "Who's idea was it?", "Who planned it?", "Who threw what?". I nearly got a minor out of the whole incident. It somewhat angered me when people that were clearly throwing things never got into trouble. At the end of the school day, there was like a twenty minute meeting in the Auditorium of all of the high school. The principle had to write down what he was wanting to say, because he's a panzy. "This is from the heart, guys"--bah! So basically, it got me out of my U.S. History class for 20 mins for a two minute lecture that taught us nothing. I have to go in Monday morning for detention tomorrow. Sounds like fun!
In all, I really have no regrets. I'm writing this down because I never wanna forget the details. I had the privlige of talking to a Janitor who thought it was funny, about what had happened. He said that at his High School, people used to have the walls coated with food, and that this would be an overreation. Oh well!
posted by Ryan @ 5:34 AM
1 Comments:
At 2/07/2005 3:12 PM,
James said…
Hey Ryan. This is James Barnett. Molly sent me a link to this. The Food Fight sounds like so much fun. I always always wanted to do that. I dont really know the new principal at all but I have a feeling we probably could've more or less gotten away with it with Mr Steeb. I don't know. Anyway, keep on (food) fighting the man.
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