The School Canteen
THE SCHOOL CANTEEN
It is before lunch time right now and the weather is annoyingly hot. High temperature is focused on millions of sweat drops flowing down students’ face as if the Sun is raging toward the Earth. Here I am, closely observing every minute detail of the school canteen. Located upon the green hill of my school, the canteen symbolizes the heart of this school. Having various kind of delicate food, the canteen has long been nurturing chit chats, sharing of joys and pains and delicious meals.
The school has long been well-known for its high standard of education. But the position of the school also attributes a major part in its reputation. Located on a small green hill, the canteen makes it special by lying on the middle center of the area. It is rather an airy place to eat as it has two sides opened to the sky and two beautiful verdant grass carpets sitting along the walkway. Standing from the staircase next to the art room, one can have the most detailed panorama of the canteen: colorful counters of food stall in the opposite view, blue and light yellow chairs surrounding around tables as if they were having some kind of conference or four monolithic pillars standing firmly around the place like guardians, watching over everyone’s meal.
As I approach the canteen and go further inside, my five senses are awoken. The sound, the smell, the sight, and the feeling,… all are very typical and familiar to every students and staff in the school. Walking pass those tables, I can see some yellow specks on the surface as the result of previous break time. Adhered to the walls are many faded brownish yellow print of the oil smoke from the food cooking process in various wondrous shapes and features. Some times when having my lunch, I look at those prints and feel like the canteen’s soul and spirit emerging. When I go further inside the canteen, the savory smell from the kitchen flies straight into my nose. Without seeing the process, the scent itself
It is before lunch time right now and the weather is annoyingly hot. High temperature is focused on millions of sweat drops flowing down students’ face as if the Sun is raging toward the Earth. Here I am, closely observing every minute detail of the school canteen. Located upon the green hill of my school, the canteen symbolizes the heart of this school. Having various kind of delicate food, the canteen has long been nurturing chit chats, sharing of joys and pains and delicious meals.
The school has long been well-known for its high standard of education. But the position of the school also attributes a major part in its reputation. Located on a small green hill, the canteen makes it special by lying on the middle center of the area. It is rather an airy place to eat as it has two sides opened to the sky and two beautiful verdant grass carpets sitting along the walkway. Standing from the staircase next to the art room, one can have the most detailed panorama of the canteen: colorful counters of food stall in the opposite view, blue and light yellow chairs surrounding around tables as if they were having some kind of conference or four monolithic pillars standing firmly around the place like guardians, watching over everyone’s meal.
As I approach the canteen and go further inside, my five senses are awoken. The sound, the smell, the sight, and the feeling,… all are very typical and familiar to every students and staff in the school. Walking pass those tables, I can see some yellow specks on the surface as the result of previous break time. Adhered to the walls are many faded brownish yellow print of the oil smoke from the food cooking process in various wondrous shapes and features. Some times when having my lunch, I look at those prints and feel like the canteen’s soul and spirit emerging. When I go further inside the canteen, the savory smell from the kitchen flies straight into my nose. Without seeing the process, the scent itself