Multicultural Week

Ever since Tommy was a little freshman, he was told by all the upperclassmen early on in the school year to "bring a ton of money during multicultural week" or to "ask parents for extra allowance to save up to spend at multicultural week". At that time, he knew nothing about what this "multicultural week" was. It sounded scary. It sounded interesting. And most of all, it sounded fun.

After waiting for 3 quarters of the school year, it had finally arrived. This "multicultural week" everybody spoke of. It popped up everywhere, on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and even Mr. Harley's blog, the blog of that one teacher everybody loved yet nobody ever dared talk bad about due to the off chance he finds out and everybody gets flunked. This must have meant it was a really important event, whatever it was. On Twitter, everybody was getting hyped. On Facebook, everybody was advertising their club and food through profile pictures. Instagram was comprised of everybody sharing photos of students making food for multicultural week. And Mr. Harley's blog... It was the weirdest one yet. The first day back from break, he made his students in English class write an essay about multicultural week. "Wait, what?!?" Tommy had not learned anything about multicultural week yet. It hadn't even started! Thankfully, he found out it wasn't due the same day, but was actually due that Friday. He vowed to himself to make sure he learned every single nitbit about multicultural week.

At first, the only think he knew were that other students were selling various types of food during lunch. Then, he researched some more and found out that every day of the week, there is a recommended color to wear, to support a specific continent where people inhabited. Later, he also found out that people performed on the amphitheater during lunch, providing free entertainment! And finally, he found out that his school schedule was changed to accommodate the selling of food by the clubs. This meant that lunch was extra long! Besides the facts, he also experienced firsthand what buying lunch during multicultural week feels like -- pushy, crowded, but satisfactory because of the awesome food the clubs sold, unlike boring and bland school lunches that were provided year round.

Each day passed by quicker and quicker, as little Tommy learned how to handle the reins of multicultural week. He knew where the best spots were, which clubs to go to first, all the important stuff to excel in getting the best food.

Alas, it was finally time for him to write his essay. As he got home Thursday and sat in front of a computer with an empty word document getting ready to write his essay for the mysterious Mr. Harley, he thought about the essay assigned. Finally, as he mentally prepared himself for the grueling assignment, he contemplated, he smiled, and he wrote.