The red line ticks far too slowly across the plain white face and blocky numbers of the clock for my liking. The Spanish spoken poorly around me swirls into an even more undiscernable mass of language as I slip into the recesses of my stomach. A deep gurgling growl creeps stealthy away. Oh the agony! The unbearable pain! Who ever dictates when we can eat in High school must be a miserable and vindictive person! Or perhaps it's simply becuase so many people at my school are immature hicks with no self control...