Tribute to the lunch table
Current Music: Shaded Fire - Veblen
There's just something about last year, thinking back to the fall, third period in Perry's room. Looking back it seems like everything just felt different. We were different. We were sophmores, and we were tight. Magic happened in that classroom --- it's intangable, and hard to describe, but it was there, and I think anyone else who experienced it would tell you the same.
It was the lunch table crowd, and we sat the same way every day. Emma, Billy, Courtney, Eric, Ben, Angela, Jason, Traci, Wesley, and I huddled around the round table in the corner of the cafeteria and discussed absurd topics. One of us barely spoke, some got into crazy fights about giving away food, and there was definite flirtation happening at certain areas of the table. We welcomed the new kid when he came, sat between the couple when they broke up, and felt something was missing when one of us stopped coming to our lunch to help another friend. Everything was understood and misunderstood between us at the same time. We were sophmores, and it was wonderful.
While I know that the sophmores in us are gone, the simplicity and the drama, I wish I could have appreciated it when I was there, living it. The ten of us are never going to have our round table in the corner of the cafeteria again, lay around in Perry's room for lazy S.S.R., or make crazy movies and call them "book projects". Individual friendships may linger, but the ten of us? We'll just have to look back at third period first semester of sophmore year, and try to remember how it felt.