- Somewhere around 12:00 student's stomachs start to growl and gurgle as lunchtime approaches. As the hand moves closer to 12:14, positions are sh.ifted at least 25 times a minute , nervous habits come to the surface , and thoughts start to wander to more scrumptuous and delec· tible subjects. Students hover around the doorways , just waiting for that blessed bell . Mad dashes are made for the Dr. Pepper machine at the end of the hall. Those who were slow movers or bored with the whole race were destined to be last in line , which often meant waiting 10·20 minutes for a chance to deposit their forty cents, grasp the chilled aluminum can , guzzle half of the con· tents in one try. Ahh! Isn 't it amazing how much easier a peanut butter sandwich can go down with something as ordinary as a coke? - John Cherry 316 · Student Life - John Cherry
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