A SPECIAL MEAL

The first thing I remember about this meal is that there wasn’t enough space to sit comfortably. Shoulders brushing and hitting each other, legs fighting for a good spot, all of us struggling to move at all.

The food wasn’t that good either. We had prepared homemade pizza, which by the time we organized the meal seem to be a good idea. What we didn’t expect was that the person in charge of cooking the thing would be distracted by watching kitten videos on YouTube (in her defense, she’s a cat lover). So instead of a delicious pizza we ended up eating a hard-dark-brown pizza mass with liquid cheese and dehydrated tomatoes. I know, horrible.

Anyways, as you can already deduce, what made this meal special for me –and for everyone else, I hope– wasn’t the food or the place, but the situation. It was December of 2015, the last day of school, and as every other year at my school all classes had to organize a meal and have it in the playground. The called it “Community Breakfast”, and usually the only ones excited about it were the teachers. This year, however, we were too. It was our last Community Breakfast given that the next year we’d graduate from school on November.

For the first time in many years, my class behaved as a unit. Suddenly we were all okay with each other. Not bad feelings, or groups. Just III°C having a great time in this instance for the last time. We took a bunch of pictures, enjoyed live music from students of other years and had a lot of fun!