Once upon a time, in a land far, far away called Middle School, there was a place referred to as The CafeTEARia.I suppose that was the urban slang back then. Anyway, it was called that because once a Witch who's name was Madonna (she was named after Medusa) attended the school. Everyday at lunch time, she made a kid cry. Rumor has it you still see water residue from where a kid named Kleenex cried enough to start a flood. One day, all the kids ganged up against Madonna and made her cry. No knows how, but I believe it had something to do with the kids threatening to use her vanilla scented-lip gloss to improve their lip health. After the kids finally stopped Madonna and her wrath, they decided to rename the CafeTEARia to the Cafeteria instead. And that children, is how we adapted the name cafeteria. Just kidding. I have no idea how we got the name cafeteria. I think it's Spanish? But whatever. The point is, no sobbing should be involved in lunch at school. Don't let anybody push you around while eating your crummy lasagna! Lunch wasn't designed to intimidate the lower class of popularity. Where you sit in the cafeteria does matter though. It matters how you want to be viewed. It matters who you want to be seen with. And it matters whether you care about how people think of you or not. My friends and I may be looked down on as nerds but hey, we're happy. Happier than someone who cares about having everyone know their name. So if you're a wall flower like me, don't let you're petals wilt. Just bloom.
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AuthorI am a Wall Flower. The Wall Flower. The one who notices everything around me, but no one seems to notice me. I'm a freshman who happens to spend her free time reading, listening to music, and blogging. Feel free to read my posts and comment whatever you're feeling! Enjoy, readers. Archives
July 2013
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