somewhat food-quality related:
On the walls on the ground floor, they have these concrete bricks, with space between them. Instead of sitting at the tables, where umpteen fights breakout on a given day, it's loud, and overly crowded, I sit outside the door to the gym, next to one of these concrete brick walls. On around October 8th, 2002, my sophomore year of High School, I put two french fries in one of the spaces between the bricks on the wall by the gym door. I sat there every day for lunch, every day they were there. A few weeks ago, I was there with my girlfriend for a school play she was going to, and out of curiosity I checked, and not only are they still there 3 1/2 years later, they look like they were bought fresh. So either fresh fries are put there every day, or the fries they serve the kids at that school are so loaded with chemicals and shit that they never age. I stopped eating the food at that school after the first 6 months that those things were there and hadn't aged, btw.