Observation Piece (405 Words)

Upon entrance to the cafeteria, the bustle of chefs and hands amongst the overpowering metal gleam of the kitchen is the first thing to be recognized. The trays and panels filled to the maximum, with a plethora or colors of fruits, milk, and foods that are promoted as the healthy option. Although their taste is questionable, and perhaps being quite old. Gasoline sometimes makes it into open chocolate milk cartons, and equipment too high tech for the budget sits unoccupied around the kitchen. Couriers rush in and out with deliveries. The school has been sponsoring a pizza chain called Dominoes, recently, and it is the main attraction of one of the lines. Things are washed, and food tended, although without any experience in the field, it appears as mere chaos. A myriad of voices rush with their preparations, all in plain view of the lunch line students will soon fill. Although plenty of stimuli, the kitchen hold the smell of meat the most. Another main attraction is the "chicken." Or so how it's advertised. The students will often call it "generic meat" when addressing it. A light music teems inside, with Mexican origins, most prominent is a bit of violin. The cafeteria is barred from this kitchen, from with the austere sound of radio intermingling with the voices echoes around. For the most part, the baking is done, and no one sits behind the desk for accounting. Stock and cleaning is the main priority, but the hands don't seem to be in a drawl with such low-tier work, rather they seem tolerant and lively. Perhaps this is coping, or a learned behaviour. Despite their enthusiasm for cleaning, it only appeared that the kitchen itself was clean. The hall in which the line will be swung, was less lustrous as the glean behind it. Neither was the main cafeteria. It seemed to be halfway neglected in favor of the kitchen. As they rush to prepare for the rush of hungry, and unhappy or hyper students. As classes are still in session, it is uncommon to find a student in the lines, save for the occasional person skipping or in mental treatment to avoid the stampede. More than one walks up to ask me if I could be helped. Turning them away, it seems like my intrusion has been noted, but not reported. I wonder if I seem to be on task, or they are just apathetic?