"You know the president will be speaking later," Eze says. He takes a roll from the basket on the table, then tears it into tiny pieces which he drops on his bread plate, like he's preparing to feed birds. "What a treat."
"Dr. Lewis likes to take this opportunity to discuss the state of the college," Dr. Ellison says. She doesn't give any hint of her feelings about the speech. But you can't imagine it being entertaining at all, given Dr. Lewis.
Pairs of student servers push food-laden carts through the room, depositing dinner plates as they go. You selected chicken when you RSVPed. Even though it hadn't been your favorite meal when you had it at the start-of-school luncheon, none of the other options looked any better. You trade a ticket to the server and get back a plate with the now-familiar fist-sized chunk of off-white meat hiding beneath tan cream sauce.
Yum, Yum