It was almost like a scene out of a movie. There was food flying EVERYWHERE! Mashed potatoes, French fries, fish sticks, milk cartons, anything you can think of. It was pandemonium!
And you know what, it was AMAZING! If you were to ask me; “what is the ONE moment you will always remember about middle school?” THIS would be the one.
So to start, it was like any normal day in the lunch room. I walked into the cafeteria, hopped into the BIG-ASS lunch line, and waited for my turn. When I FINALLY made it into the kitchen, I chose my slice of pizza, chocolate milk, and fries, and walked out to my table.
The table that I sat at was at the very end of the lunchroom, more toward the kitchen where I got my pizza. It was the middle row of tables in the lunchroom, so that when I looked right, I could perfectly see everything from end to end.
Ten minutes pass by, nothing yet. We eat our food, talk the normal middle school BS that we do, and enjoy our break in the day. BUT THEN, it happens……..
Nobody at my table knew this was going to happen. In fact, nobody at the tables next to us knew either. But, it happened. The food fight COMMENCED!
From the far side of the lunch room, you here a girls’ voice yell; “Food Fight!” And once that happened, food was launched into the air from both sides of the cafeteria.
It almost looked like waves of food, cresting near the top and crashing onto the other side. Then, once the initial tosses landed, it was complete CHAOS! Mashed potatoes and chicken fingers flying back and forth, milk falling from the air like rain. It was absolute pandemonium!
The assistant principal rushed through the aisles of tables, pleading to us; “STOP, STOP THROWING FOOD.” Even more teachers rushed into the cafeteria, trying to stop the madness.
Once the food fight concluded, the assistant principal stood in the center of the cafeteria on one of the tables, mashed potatoes on the back of his bald head, ANGRY at what had happened. He yelled out to the cafeteria; “I am ASHAMED at what has transpired here today.” He also said that we all must get the mops and rags out and we all spent the next ten minutes cleaning.
What the hell was the school thinking? We as kids didn’t give a shit about what happened! We were encompassed in the history that it meant, and the fact that we did something that was never done in the HISTORY of our school.
But for the rest of the year, we were basically looked at by the faculty like; “I can’t wait for you to graduate.” Granted, they were civil with us during our classes. But I wouldn’t be surprised in the back of their mind they were thinking; “The sooner you are out of this school, the better.”
So with that, I would like to thank all of my classmates for making 8th grade an incredible year. Few can say they were a part of a mass-cafeteria food fight. But I’m one of those lucky few, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Did you ever have a food fight when you were in school? What did the teachers do to stop yours? Let me know in the comments section below.