Kristy Thomas thought she had bad cafeteria food.

Earlier this week, Heather, Nakeisha, Sarah, and I all simultaneously realized that we simply can't deal with dinners in the cantine anymore. (The M assistants, Marlene, Mariana, and Marina, are apparently smarter than us, because they reached this conclusion a long time ago.) I'm still going to be eating breakfast and lunch in the cantine, because lunch is usually good and breakfast always is, but I'll be making dinner for myself in the kitchen.

In case you're wondering how bad it really is, Rebecca has compiled this list of things that she and the other assistants have said while eating cantine food. Almost of them were said dinner, although a few of them are about lunch. And I'm not making this up; these comments are verbatim from our mouths.

“Maybe it’s better not to know what it is.”
“Does this pasta taste like arsenic to you?”
“I swear I have never seen meat this rare before.”
”I think now I know why French bread is called pain.”
“This bread is so hard, we could beat our students with it.”
“Don’t you just love it when they give us nothing but bread to eat?”
“Oh great, they’re serving that cheese that tastes like a pine tree again.”
“Does this chicken taste like dirt to you?” -- “Yeah, it does a dirt undertaste to it.”
“But no matter how bad it is, Sarah just keeps on eating it.” -- “Yeah, Sarah’s my hero.”
“Are they serving anything good today?” -- “When have they ever served anything good? Because I wasn’t here that day.”
“I don’t understand how they can serve food like this to all those students. If any of them got sick on it, the school would be responsible.”