Mike Blaesser
10/1/2009
Global ed. English/Fielder the Stare Down

There they were, last two seats in the house, and I had them right in my cross hairs until I saw two upperclassmen making a break for them. As I started to do the same my feet were like a bike on gravel, half way there we both josh and I as well as the to upperclassmen stopped, and they stared at us like it was there job, we returned the favor. It is an unwritten rule that whoever wins a stare down in this case gets the seats. That is the longest six seconds of high school to date.

Walking in to the cafeteria was a relief from the dribble of teachers in hours one through four. I was big bad freshman looking to get his own table with all his friends on the first day, I hadn’t the slightest idea what I was in for, and it wasn’t going to be the calming experience I was looking f or. It turns out the cafeteria had come with its own set of rules that wasn’t in the handbook. I went to stand in line, “five minutes at most, right” I said to Josh, turned out to be more like fifteen. “About time we got some food” I said with annoyance in my voice to Josh. I stepped out of the line with my lukewarm tray to find a cafeteria filled to the brim with loud kids, Josh and I went searching for seats

It felt like everyone in the room was drilling their eyes in the back of are heads as if we were a freak show. We were clearly the only two left standing. “Quick there’s two seats”, As Josh’s yell seemed like a whisper in the noisy cafeteria. I made eye contact with an upperclassmen and his friend who were eyeing the seats. The level of concentration held on both ends was incredible. Staring contests are one of my many finely tuned skills; others include sleeping in and eating massive amounts of food. In the end Josh and I came out on top like I knew we would. Finally I sat down and could enjoy my feast.0A

After that fiasco I was famished and Pizza and tater tots was on the menu today. I took one last look at a full piece of pizza and took a bite, instantly intoxicated by the aroma of marinara sauce and pepperonis, I could feel the first bite hit the pit of my stomach and a sigh of relief was let go through the entire lunchroom, perhaps the entire school. Capping off my triumphant meal was an orange Gatorade that I took a gulp and all of my body was cooled and my senses were brought back to life, things that were dim had color, things that had no smell had the most eye opening aromas, and the lunchroom that was once looked upon as loud seemed so peaceful with a full stomach.

Before I knew what hit me C lunch was over and the cafeteria started to empty, the room started to mellow as I threw away my trash and headed towards the door. Walking out of the cafeteria I was still Mike Blaesser the big bad freshman. Making it through lunch that day was defiantly a defining moment in my high school career that I will remember for years to come.