Chapter 42 Forty two

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

The rest of my Monday morning passed by in a blur of speeches and teachings, and by the time the time for the Interblock Lunch rolled by, I was extremely hungry and very exhausted. We were all directed to the cafeteria where we were to have our lunch. I hoped that the cafeteria food would be better and more edible than the food from other cafeterias that I had been to. I had never had any good experiences with cafeterias, ever since my days as a middle schooler and even up to my days as a college student. The cafeteria food was always either barely edible, or vomit inducing.

New York University's cafeteria was attractive and seemed homey. Several light bulbs, which were built into the ceiling, shined brightly and casted the entire room in a torrent of bright white light. Beige colored cushioned chairs were tucked under round brown wooden tables- four chairs into each table. The tables and chairs were placed strategically and arranged to encompass the entirety of the