Describe a school mid-morning break docx

Describe a school mid-morning break

The lunch-bell peals. Pens and pencils are hurriedly
pushed into their cases. Files click shut, satchels snap and
chairs desks get dragged aside. Scuffling feet race
towards the canteen.

The early birds are already seated on the benches,
seriously eating away. An appetizing blend of aroma floats
about the canteen, but it is the strong smell of hot mee
soup that pulls a large crowd to queue in front of its stall.
The others discouraged by the long queue head to other
stalls after casting wishful glances at the huge steaming
pot of hot soup.

On the other side of the stall, helpers work feverishly to
serve these hungry mouths. Steaming bowls of soup, fried
rice, fried chicken and sandwiches are passed in
exchange for coins that are tossed into tinkling money
baskets. The change from notes is thrust into ready palms
that quickly pocket the jingling coins.

The canteen grows crowded. Orders are shouted above
the constant drone of busy hungry people. Someone starts
banging the automatic drink dispenser. Finally, something
clicks, and his frustrated bangs are rewarded with a glass
of thirst quenching drink.

People keep weaving their way through the crowd,
cautiously carrying bowls of soup or plates of hot curry.
Some push through the crowd and get yelled at. The

benches are crowded and there is not a vacant seat left,
so some people wait for others to finish their food. The
benches are filled with all kinds of people. Some literally
plough through their food, slurping away. Others eat
slowly, licking every mouthful. Yet others sit very
complacently with their home cooked packets of “nasi
bungkus” or home-made sandwich loaves. Then there are
the perpetual bookworms with a fork in their right hands
and a book propped up in the left. The weight watchers
determinedly sit in a corner nibbling at their crackers,
sipping calorie free drinks and chatter and gossip to pass
the time. Some of them group together and sing the latest
hit tune with the throbbing beats blaring out of mini
cassette players. Occasionally a small group gathers in a
corner to try to recapture childhood thrills in a game of
“chapteh” or marbles. These games, however, do not last
long as they are promptly booed at by the onlookers who
assume they are a “mature” lot. At the other corner hot
debates on classroom projects and homework
assignments take place as usual.

The bell peals again to signal that the lunch break is over.
Stomachs belch, deters sigh with relief, the bookworm
who was so engrossed in his notes suddenly rushes to get
himself a quick drink. The crowd disperses immediately
back to the classrooms. A cat and a few birds appear
quickly to scavenge the chicken and fish bones and
crumbs felt behind on the table after yet another regular
lunch break at school.