PacManDreaming
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Born: 1971
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Hometown: Ft Worth, TX
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LunchPosted On: 08/24/07 |
MEMORY:In elementary school, right after roll call, we did a "lunch count" to see how many kids were gonna have the cafeteria food that day. Right before we lined up for lunch, our teacher would ask if anyone needed to "charge" their lunch because they forgot their money.When you got to the lunchroom, you picked out your milk(always chocolate for me), got your tray, paid and went to sit at the long lunch table designated for your class. The bad part about the seating was...the way you lined up was the way you had to sit. If you were stuck next to the obnoxious kid in line, you were stuck next to him at the table. There was no "saving spaces" at the table for friends, you had to make sure you were next to them when you lined up. Sometimes, when the teacher was feeling particularly cruel, she'd make us line up boy, girl, boy, girl and no one got to sit next to their friends(remember, to first graders, cooties were an actual, legitimate parasite). The food quality in the school cafeteria? Better fare could be had in the prison chow hall. Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, the menu varied. Usually, it was some horrid concoction like, and this is no joke, Flying Saucers. A slice of bologna, a scoop of mashed potatoes and watery, runny cheese sauce on top. Or maybe we would get Beans and Meat. Pinto beans with(more than likely) ground deer meat that had been donated to the school system by a trophy hunter. Another very unpopular meal was Navy Bean day. Bland navy beans, cornbread(compacted sawdust) and spinach with a box of raisins for dessert. The only time this meal was good was when a kid named Dennis hollowed out his cornbread, filled it with beans, spinach and raisins and was forced to take a bite of it by one of the teachers who caught him playing with his food(good one, Mr. Dunn). Thursdays, it was always chicken fried steak(formed, breaded gristle patty w/meat flavoring) or fried chicken. The chicken fried steak was always the better of the two. Lunch on Thursday wasn't much fun...it was always "Quiet Day". No talking whatsoever. Our cruel teachers enjoyed it, not only were kids unable talk and be themselves, they got to punish the ones who did. What black robed, pointed hat wearing teacher wanted to miss out on that action? But none of that mattered, because it all led to Friday! Every Friday we had hamburgers. It consisted of a soy patty w/gristle, stale bun, limp pickles and wilted lettuce, luke-warm crinkle-cut fries and some kind ice cream. But it was always good and I always got it. I kind of miss sitting at the table, kicking friends, who were sitting across from me, in the shin and trying to make milk come out of their nose or laughing at kids who picked up the wrong lunch bag at home("Why did my mom give me a sack with my brother's gym shorts in it?"). It was amazing at the garbage the lunch ladies tried to pass off as food, but lunchtime was always a special time back then. Even if the cackling old witches didn't let us talk on Thursdays. Gold Stars: 3 GOLD STARS:
jupiter
said on
08/25/07..."Great memory! It sounds like those cackling old witches made for a memorable - if not always pleasant - lunch experience." 
kmarie
09/26/07
kendra
06/17/08
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