Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorito! teacher’s room to registrarse “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the biblioteca to registrarse my friends at our usual table, for either Youth Alive o FCA depending on the day.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
tu sit there and call me names
But tu never try to get to know me.
tu make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like tu do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do tu treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated tu wrong,
So why do tu hurt me this way?
Did i insult tu in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause tu treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do tu treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do tu do it?
But tu never try to get to know me.
tu make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like tu do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do tu treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated tu wrong,
So why do tu hurt me this way?
Did i insult tu in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause tu treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do tu treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do tu do it?