Lunchtimes have been the centre of attention throughout our school life. Playing dodge the dinner lady (a futile attempt to get inside school to keep warm or to get cool, which was futile because we only wanted to go back outside once we were in) was a prelude to all out getting chucked out of the room in Year 9. We must have been thrown out 'indefinitely' so many times. And then just gone back in after a holiday.
The room was a complete tip when we went in there at lunch, but the problem didn't go away, as (strangely, perhaps) the room was a mess even when we weren't in there. And we kept making a mess outside, so they chucked us back in.
Hey-ho.