Today’s menu: hot dog, whole wheat buns, beans, fruit cup, milk
My spork was defective. You can see it is bent back and forth (reminds me of the cover of one of Augusten Burrough’s books — great writer by the way). It happened when I was tearing into my hot dog container. I tried stabbing my beans afterward and my spork just bounced off. I was desperate for beans! Luckily I was able to rip through the plastic after a little while.
I should be bringing silverware from home, but if I don’t grab a spork, I think I might blow my cover. I certainly won’t bring my titanium spork to work because what if someone found it? Plus I treasure it! (Oh yeah, I got word that Jamie Oliver got his titanium spork and likes it! So cool!)
I ate all the fruit cup and drank the juice too. I used to just sip the fruit cup, but now I guess I’m a die hard and I eat it all. My my, how things have changed.
I took a very quick informal poll with just a couple students to find out what they ate from today’s lunch. The hot dog was the only thing eaten along with chocolate milk. It appears that the beans and the fruit cup were just trashed. Really a shame.
It’s fun to get kids’ comments about the lunch, but I refrain from asking the kids about their lunch every day. I don’t want to be pushy and always ask them. And like I’ve stated before they lie to me and tell me what they think I want to hear.
I have been sick sporadically over the past couple months, but I haven’t kept track of how many colds we’ve had (I have young family so we do get everything). I’ve been on antibiotics once this Spring and that hadn’t happened in a long time. Facing school lunch while sick is very hard. Sometimes I just wanted soup, you know? But I push myself to get to school and not stay home so I can do my job and have the opportunity to eat school lunch for the project. It’s pretty screwed up that I’m doing that to myself.
This month a kid said to me, “You’re sick. You need to go to the office. You need to call somebody to come and get you.”
I almost melted. So sweet.
Of course I asked a follow-up after thanking my student.
“Who would come and get me?”
Big eyes. Deep in thought for minutes.
That question was quite the stumper!
He knew it wasn’t my mother, but who?