Trash Takes Over
By Katie Beller
This column does not place the blame on anyone specific, nor does it claim that I am completely innocent in the matter either.
Seriously ladies, [Or should I say "piglets?"] what is the deal with leaving a trail of trash and leftovers wherever we go? From the hallways to the student center there is no excuse for the messes we make.
I don't think any one of us can truly appreciate the time spent cleaning up after our daily attacks on the cafe and Quad, not to mention the time spent preparing the food which we eventually leave ground into the carpet. There is a woman making those amazing Spunkmeyer cookies while we are still at home dreaming about them. When we make a mess there is someone specific who has to suffer. Her name is Rena Edwards, and without her, weUd be going to school in a pile of trash. What sort of appreciation do we show her, our school and ourselves when we leave styrofoam plates and wrappers on and under the tables in the Quad every morning?
I find it very amusing how the sound of a lunch bell can turn hundreds of cute, polite Marian girls into hundreds of savage, food-deprived maniacs. Four hours without food really shouldnUt do that to anyone. Ladies, the trash cans are put in the most obvious, not to mention convenient places for a good reason. USE THEM!!!
You may think to yourself 'Oh it's just one Twix wrapper, it's no big deal." Add that one wrapper to the Capri Sun, Doritos bag, Blimpie wrapper with half a sandwich inside covered in mustard, mayo and too many pickles, then times 250. Now it's a big deal! Then imagine that mess twice a day, nine months a year. If something is too nasty for you yourself to pick up why would anyone else enjoy doing it?
I highly doubt a great deal of us have a maid following us around at home, why do we expect it at school? I would bet just about anything there was not a line stating, Rmust be able to clean up after lazy girls who canUt clean up after themselves," in Mrs. Edward's job description, nor anywhere did it say she would be required to scrape the sticky pop off the table tops and floors of the cafe.
I believe some respect and gratitude are not unreasonable requests when it comes to messes we ourselves make. It's not that hard to pick something up, walk to the trash can, and throw it away. In fact, it took so much more energy to run to the cafe and stuff your face in the first place. WeUre too old for mommy lunchroom monitors, and giving points for this infraction would give Mr. Sporcic too much joy. That leaves us with one option...If you don't eat it throw it away!