SINCE MY GRAND DAUGHTER IS THE TALENTED ONE IN THE FAMILY, I'LL POST HER LAST BLOG......  EDITING DONE BY ME.


"I think I'll just use this blog as a place to post the work I do in school. This is an article type thing they had us do in Journalism. The assignment was to find a group of people at lunch that you have never spoken to (I cheated a bit and was actually slightly more than acquaintances/sort-of friends with most of the people at this table prior the assignment) and to sit with them and record everything that occurred. Basically to "paint" a "tableau vivant" or a picture of what was going on at the time. This is to get us started on writing feature articles. I had a lot of fun with this, excuse the mild use of profanity.




The Lunch Bunch

“You wanna get the good lines, you talk to me, and don’t go back on the cursing, that brings out the pazaz.” sophomore, C---  states matter of fact as he instructs me how and what I should do in order to properly represent his lunch bunch. His cocky bravado is only part of what makes his table so attention grabbing.

C--- is one of an array of seven sophomore boys who sit in the noisiest area of the S.A.C. Their use of burping, cussing, and yelling as a manner of communication would leave Martha Stewart reeling.

Though trashcans surround the boys' seating area, any leftover food or garbage is thrown in the center of the table and left forgotten. As the lunch period goes on, the pile grows higher and higher, almost like an abstract sculpture.

The boys' conversations consist mostly of short sentences that are hardly coherent. N---, perhaps the most vocal of the group, announces at complete random, “All Asians look the same.”

J---, one of three Asians at the table, looks up and responds to him idly, and shaking his head, “That’s racist man.”

N--- thinks about this for a moment before retorting, “Well you two look the same,” gesturing at J--- and his brother, Y---.

Y--- and J---, roll their eyes. “That’s because we’re twins.”


G---, who was until this moment working diligently on the homework due next period, looks up and chuckles.

Lunch continues noisily as C--- tells anyone who will listen about the time he ate a Taco Bell Double Decker burrito, “It had a lot of beans, a lot of beans. That shit did not go down well.”

Conversation is interrupted completely when someone two tables away is slapped on the neck. “Ooh,” The boys yell stomping their feet. N--- is the loudest as the boys cheer and bang on tables, “Ooh he was necked,” they yell, “he was necked so bad.”

Mid “Ooh” the bell rings and the boys stop their cheering abruptly and quickly scatter off to their various classes, all except C---.

“That’s something else about our table,” C--- informs me smiling as he gestures to the display of empty milk cartons, candy wrappers, wadded napkins, and partially eaten meals littering the table, “We like to leave the environment the exact opposite of how we found it.”

To his credit, he quickly begins to aid the janitors in throwing the curdled garbage in the yellow trash bin before throwing his backpack over his shoulder, and rushing off to class."

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