Jonny’s Blog

Today, instead of having double maths, my teacher decided not to turn up, so I had double spare - great! I was knackered (even though I had gone to bed at 10PM the night before) and tremendously hungry (even though I had four slices of toast with chocolate on, and milk, for breakfast) and I was looking forward to lunch. On a side note, looking forward to lunch is a terrible thing and should not happen (except it’s Friday)- On one hand, your dreams can be fulfilled and you get a nice lunch. However, the probability of this happening is extremely low. On Fridays, there is the routine FCB (Fish, Chips & Beans) so all is well!

Anyway, I went up to lunch to fill my stomach just before the dreaded “Study Centre” came up and took over the dining hall (I say dining hall, but I much prefer the term Monastic Barn- it does down the awesome building to call it a “dining hall”, ahem). So I grabbed my tray, plate and cutlery and went to be served. This is where my day was ruined: The so-called Dining Superviser came up with some rubbish stories to stop me eating lunch. I’ll refer to her as MC from now on, as it sounds funny! Here are the series of events at lunch that stopped me eating:

1. According to MC, there were not enough seats for us to sit. There were roughly 5 out of 15 tables free.
2. After arguing this point, she said that she would have to serve all the others from Senior School (my school). However, there were only 6 of us up there at this point.
3. Then out came the usual excuse: “I don’t make the rules…“. Oh my God…
4. So as we were forced to wait for our food, we all knew what was going to happen- the Study Centre were going to come up, and we would be forced behind yet another queue.
5. The dreaded deed happened and my lunch went from bad to worse.

I know, I know, this might be a little petty, but it was very big to me…