"Multicultural Week is the best week of the year! It may be even better than homecoming!" I couldn't help but laugh. What was my older sister thinking? Sure, I was only a freshman (and she was a senior), but I could tell anything called "Multicultural Week" wasn't going to be very fun. She went on about senior bhangra and performances in the gym and I tuned her out. Wow, dress-up days, club fundraising, and assemblies. It didn't sound all that enticing.
I left my fourth period class and was nearly trampled to death. Kids were running, full sprint, for the horseshoe. Maniacs! I thought. I followed them at my own pace until I realized what they were so excited about. Food! All kinds of food: everything from fast food to dishes that were made right in front of us. I wish I had asked my mom for more lunch money.
The name can be a bit misleading. Yes, it is supposed to be about appreciating diverse cultures. But, really, it's just an amazing food-fair. Which isn't all that bad, to be honest.
I like how you compare it to a food fair!
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