Today’s menu: pasta with meat sauce, breadstick, broccoli, orange
I was pleased that it was pasta today. Tasted fine to me. Rubbery would be how I would describe the breadstick though. Upon entering my mouth the broccoil promptly disintegrated into mush. It was like the broccoli collapsed from the long journey onto the bed of my tongue. I normally prefer my broccoli with a little more “oomph.”
I ate my lunch in a record 8 minutes today. I was pressed for time and I had to eat very fast. I can see why the school food company chooses a meal like this one because it can be scarfed down in less than 10 minutes.
After dinner I just had no energy and just wanted to lie on the floor. My arm and leg muscles are flaccid: It’s like someone pushed my “off” button. I feel completely bone tired so I know it’s the end of the year.
Back when I was a kid I was a model student. I got basically straight A’s in school and practically never missed being on the honor roll. I always did my homework. I know that teachers appreciated the kind of student I was: hard working and not a behavior issue. My husband on the other hand was a slacker. I believe that he is certainly more intelligent and logical than me, but he didn’t care about school. He did excellent in the classes he cared about (math and science) and in everything else he barely passed. He never did homework for any class and ditched constantly, missing almost a month his senior of high school. He made it into college because he tests well and of course my own college acceptance was a “no brainer.” We didn’t know each other then, which is good because I would not have wanted to be associated with someone like him.
Sometimes I think that “school” failed both of us. Granted I moved every couple years to another state so that was an educational obstacle, but I wish there had been some kind of “instruction” in critical thinking and questioning authority. Instead those personality traits of mine to easily comply to teacher requests and to do exactly as I was told were encouraged. My husband’s desire to disobey authority and to do what he pleased were never channeled appropriately. I believe he was bored and unchallenged in most of his classes so he acted out, sometimes even debating teachers. When I was bored, I just daydreamed or doodled. I would have never acted out or questioned my instructors.
Until now… Maybe my husband’s attitude rubbed off on me because I’m questioning authority in my own way. I guess I finally just had enough after all these years of doing what I was told.
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