The Lunch Room

In my grade schol we had a very large cafeteria. The name of the school is St. Marks. Nine years of my life were spent at that school and even today it feels like home to me. My favorite place in the entire school besides the library was the "lunch room" as we called it. Every day at about 11:15 am we would leave class to go outside and at 11:45 am it was time for lunch. Class by class, with hunger written on our faces, we would walk downstairs away from the blinding sun and through the dark stairwell with bad lighting and into the lunch room. No windows, just lights, tables, and chairs. On the walls kids parents had painted scenes from famous childrens books such as where the wild things live and the little engine that could. For the past year I have coached the seventh and eighth grade boys baseball team at St. marks. I enjoy teaching the kids not only how to play baseball but also how to be good, responsible human beings. During the spring when there's still cold whether outside we practice in the gym and have to walk through the lunch room to get there. Everytime I walk into that room I remember the nine years of being there and think about how much I miss it and what it means to me.