Today’s menu: hot dog, fries, orange, buns
I ate the lunch. That’s the whole point of the blog and why you’re reading, right?
It needed a lot of ketchup
Thank you for the feedback. Message received: I will keep the gluten-free stuff to myself. I have to remind myself that just two weeks ago I was happily munching on bread, crackers, and chips. Wheat galore! In fact, I have a girlfriend who went gluten free apropos of nothing three years ago and when I found out, I looked at her like, “Girl you dun lost your mind!”
The truth is that I might be losing mine….
This out-take captures things perfectly
Today at lunch I just stared out my window and cried. I ended up having to make a quick call to my mother. How grown-up of me…
Truth is, most of the time I just feel like a big asshole.
I march into the cafeteria and buy my lunch, chat briefly with some of the lunch ladies, always say hi to the rest of them, and walk slowly back to the room with my lunch. A lunch that is destined to be photographed and viewed by thousands of people including people from California, Massachusetts, and Kentucky….
When I think about how shocked they would be to hear that, when I picture their faces upon learning that this nice teacher has been sharing the school’s lunches with the internet, I feel mighty low. I think of other teachers saying, “Of all the things wrong with the school, you picked school lunch?”
I’m known as a nice person and I’m usually smiling. I am only actively disliked by one teacher, the one who is known as exceptionally bitter. Now that teacher might be the kind of person to pilot a blog like this one. Not the person with generally solid relationships with difficult parents. Not the person who thinks the principal is fair and understanding. Not the person who gets along with the lunchroom manager.
Yep, it’s me raising all this sh*t on the internet! Shocking that the daughter of a lapsed Catholic feels so much guilt (actually there’s a chance that I’m 1/16 or less Jewish so from what I hear from my Jewish friends, it could be that)! Then I wonder after this comes out who’s going to want to employ a “rabble-rouser” jerk like Mrs. Q?
AND I found out that one of my students is homeless. No wonder I cried. Thankfully my mom talked me down and I finished the day just fine. After work my dad called randomly (they are divorced and live in different states so she hadn’t told him). He reassured me that healthy lunches are a win-win topic. “You’re being too negative. You’ll remain employable.” Nothing beats having great parents who believe in me even when I don’t.
So, I’m going back to the original point of this blog: the school lunches. I will eat what I can stomach every day with a nod to my health (like not consuming milk due to my lactose intolerance). It’s good to remember that the kids don’t have enough time to eat everything or they don’t want to eat it. For example, on Monday one student just drank the chocolate milk and the juice from the fruit cup
because he didn’t want to eat the rest of the lunch. So that was all he consumed midday. So like the kids I’ll eat what I can in the time I have. I’ll take at least a bite of every main entree.