In seventh grade we were forced to eat at a table with our own class. I absolutely hated it, I just sat there, ate my lunch, and then waited to be told to go back to class while everyone else was talking the whole time.
In eighth grade, I went to a different school. Their lunch was way better, they let us sit anywhere, although this proved to be a problem because I had nobody to sit with. My mom got mad at me when I told her I ate lunch alone so I forced myself to try to make friends with people. Needless to say, that turned out wonderfully (sarcasm).
In ninth grade, my freshman year of high school, everybody ate lunch at the same time. Since I was living in California at the time, there was no cafeteria, everything was outside. Usually I would get my food, go find a corner out of sight and start doing some homework. A few times girls would come up to me and try to talk to me, which I found to be really annoying. I was too focused with trying to get my work done to really care about how lonely I was. And I forgot to mention that occasionally if I didn't have any homework to work on I would go to the library and read gaming magazines. I actually rather enjoyed that.
Midway through my sophomore year, I changed schools yet again (the military is great, isn't it?). Since everybody knew I was the new kid, I was invited to sit at a table with some guys in my class. I tried to befriend them, but it didn't work out, I thought they were absolutely crazy, and they think I'm boring. I still walk past them from time to time, and they are nice to me, but I don't sit with them anymore.
This year, I started doing what I did in the ninth grade, finding an isolated table somewhere, and doing homework. Towards the end of the first semester I had some projects to work on for engineering class, so one day during lunch I went in to work on it. That was probably one of the best lunch decisions I've ever made. I found that this guy in my physics class (who I now know is definitely an aspie) ate lunch in her (the physics/engineering/calculus teacher's) room while they watch sci-fi movies. For the first time ever, I had a place at school where I knew I wanted to be.
Then of course, for this semester, my lunch period got switched around, so now instead of having first lunch I have third, so I can't go eat in her room anymore. I went back to what I was doing, eating in the cafeteria, doing homework, and walking around outside if I don't have any. I hate it, but hopefully next year things will be different.
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