My School is Ghetto

I know I once said that my school rocks, but sometimes it can be the ghettoest school around.

Like this.

They decided to drape this hose over the top of this walkway rather than just walking the hose through it.


Think about that for a second. The guy had to throw the end of the hose over the awning and then pull it over the other side. Efficiency is not a great consideration at Randolph.


Neither is food quality. Dane can't take pictures for shit, so I have to explain this. My mashed potatoes are dripping. DRIPPING! That's not the proper consistency for mashed potatoes.


They also make this toast that looks like it's been pissed on.


So the others at the table spread potatoes on the toast...


...and I ate it...


...which was foolish.

The next week, the potatoes were more bearable, but the fried chicken had more breading than chicken.


I give you the piss-bread, potato and chicken breading sandwich.


Somehow I have no pictures for this, but Jake and I both took a bite from the sandwich.