| The Infamous Meal Lines |
| Another exciting...or not so exciting, as the case may be, part of camp were the meal lines. They were so ridiculous, that Rhi and Kylie even wrote an article about them for the school newspaper, as you can read below... |
| Long Lines Leave Latecomers Livid by Rhi and Kiki It was quite ridiculous, really. I mean, you'd think that we'd be more mature than this. Obviously not, from what we experienced at the 7th form camp last week. Now, we could go on and on about different parts of camp, from the person who sleep-talked in Spanish, to the dunking of prefects in the duck pond, but we have decided to write about something truly horrific, something incredibly shocking...the meal lines. It was a joke, really, just not a very funny one. To get a good place in line, you needed to be a good 45 minutes early, and even then, you weren't guaranteed a good spot, as most of the other 7th formers had the very same idea. Imagine 180 bowls, 180 plates, 180 cups, and 180 knives, forks and spoons. Add to them 180 tired and hungry students and you get a fair idea of the mealtimes at camp. So, by now I'm sure you all have come to the conclusion that the meal lines were pretty bad. Unfortunately, you haven't heard the half of it. You would have expected the line to have shortened quickoy. Once someone recieved their highly anticipated food, the line should move. However, this was only in theory. The reality was much more alarming. For every one person finished in the line, another two would appear. you would turn around to talk to a friend, and when you turn back, there would be a group of people added to the line in front of you who weren't there a minute ago. Magic, you ask? Well, no. These people were the ones who had inside contacts. Friends in high places, who were 'saving' them a place in line. "It was a who you knew community - honesty was not the best policy." Stephen commented. At first, this was all innocent. Moving a couple of places in the line to where your friends were standing. There was no harm in that. In fact, no one seemed to have batted an eyelid. But the once subtle jump forward in the queue, turned into what could only be described as a battle of supremacy. Who would be King or Queen of the line? From day two onwards, there was a set of unwritten rules regarding etiquette in the line. No more were people tolerating cut ins. In fact, line jumpers were highly discouraged. You either went back to the the end of the line, or you could try and cut in. Although, in the case of hte latter, you and 170 others would be subjected to the infuriatingly repetitive chorus of "Oi, oi, oi!". Raj, a constant reoffender said "I didn't find the lines much of a problem, personally. They all seemed pretty short to me." Of course he didn't. Nobody would be able to count the number of "Oi's" he has to his name. But, after all this, we did eventually get to the front of the line. Little did we realise that the horrors of meal time had no ended, in fact, they had barely started. Once you'd conquered the meal line and finally passed through the doors of no return, there was the glorious food...well, most of it anyway. Although we commend the cook for all her cooking, well, we think that the food needed a bit of work. And we weren't the only ones. "Waiting for so long in line, you'd expect the food to be great, unfortunately, it was a big disappointment." was commented by Maria. Our meals included burgers that fell apart, bland roast beef, pasta that smelled rather dodgy, and tasteless chicken and rice. I think that most of our meals got chucked in the pig bin. The pigs would've dined well while we were there, that's for sure. Now, readers, you'll have to make up your mind whether this shocking story has been elaborated on, or whether it is the pure and unadulterated truth. We leave it in your hands. You'll find out soon enough. |