Sorry, this trip down memory lane caused an even more serious case of diarrhea of the keyboard than my usual.
I always admired those "poor kids" who got the best breakfasts and lunch. My mom always had me eat breakfast before going to school, but she seldom cooked! It was usually pop tarts or cereal. I dont remember food in elementary school, but I remember getting to middle school (our system in Virginia at the time was K-6, 7-8, 9-12) and smelling the cinnamon rolls and eggs coming from the cafeteria...I never got that. I guess my parents didn't qualify for assistance school food but were too frugal to pay for school lunch at full price. I guess I brown bagged but it was never memorable. Sadly my mom wasn't much of a memorable cook, but she kept us alive!
I dont remember eating lunch in high school. I started getting $10 a week for lunch, but became an "entrepreneur" quickly and started "turning over substances" first thing Monday with that $10. By Friday I had a pocketful of "substances" and $20-30 to party with for the weekend! My sustenance was a buzz...
After I caught up with my truancy and class failure due to simply not showing up or doing anything (usually skipping school for the parties and girls at the latchkey kids homes while the parents were at work) by going to summer school and eventually night school, I started getting my act together, but took welding class in 11th grade which took me away from my academic school which I hated. The school where the trades were taught treated us more like adults. We were allowed to go off campus where there was a 7-11 and a MacDonald's which became my lunch for that year. Somehow I had the money for it...
Then in Senior year I had two classes and a job as a welder trainee as the nearby Army base. I drove a car, so I went back home for lunch, then to work. I was way too cool for school, especially the cafeteria! I parked in the teachers parking lot and my day started at second period, thanks to my welding instructor marking me "present" at that trade school miles away for first period!. I walked in to government class with my 7-11 cup of coffee to my teacher giving me crap about "how could I drink that nasty coffee" as he sipped his. The next year I moved from the parents and never went back. Lunch was on me from then on!
Was too poor to eat school made lunches. Brought a paper bag lunch that consisted usually of bologna and cheese sandwich and piece of fruit. Got a small box of milk to go with it.
That's where it was weird for me. The "poor" kids got the school lunches, but somehow we didn't have enough money to pay full price for a couple years. I vaguely recall getting that "box of milk" too though.
There's one girl I remember from those days, as well. I sometime wonder whatever happened to her, especially around this time of year. Never saw her again after grade school.
Her name was Becky, and she was a sweet girl who always wore what looked like hand-me-down-3-times clothing, always in a shade of brown or beige. Not quite burlap sack, but obviously not store-bought, either. Not that any of us were young fashion icons, but it stood out in the suburbs. This was a time when the line between Secular and Religious schooling was a little more blurred, especially around the holidays. But her parents belonged to some sort of offshoot of LDS, or Jehovah's Witnesses, and she was never permitted to attend school when we would be having a Halloween, Christmas, or Easter celebration in class. Her absence was conspicuous, and we always felt bad for her because of it. In retrospect, it's amazing to me that they let her attend a public school at all.
In high school, I got somewhat "popular"...somehow. Long red hair and a wild attitude I guess. Almost everyone said hi to me in the halls. I always acknowledged the lesser noticed girls...made sure they were "noticed" by a "popular" guy. Same with some of the dorkier boys. I had been one of them before my sudden "fame" and always treated all the same as the other popular, or at least "fearless" freaks and grits that were my clique. And stood up for them when needed. After bieng bullied when younger, I had zero tolerance for anybody bieng bullied once I had the power. Even the jocks didn't mess with me or my crew.
In my old neighborhood, pretty much elementary school days; we had a neighbor across the street that were of a certain religion. They didn't have a TV. They had to leave their kid, about my age with us for some reason one day. The look of astonishment on his face seeing the cartoons on our TV is something I'll never forget. I had never met a kid who had literally never seen TV.
That'll make a fella feel old! I graduated in 1983
That's my year. We ruined it for everybody. "Just say no"...was our fault...
Whipper snappers...1979.
My wife was 74. We went to their combined 73-74 reunion a couple years ago. THATS when I was supposed to be born! They were doing the reunion on the "3" for the "50". THOSE people know how to party. After closing down the reunion space, staying way later and dancing while the staff were literally taking things away, the party moved to a suite upstairs, rented by the reunion committee and went on into the wee hours...I have no idea how long...we left by about 2:30AM. Fine drink and snack food were there to be had.
Sitting there with fine bourbon in my hand, it suddenly occurred to me, "hey, this is my 40th reunion year". Grabbed my phone and looked it up...yep, exactly the same night (wife's was 2 nights). They were having it at the police association hall and alcohol free! Dweebs...
I packed a lot too, those lunches of things like tuna or egg salad sat in my locker with no ice packs or cooling for hours lol. None of us died from it.
The FDA "2 hour" thing is an abundance of caution, but some people wont risk it. A bout of food poisoning like Forktender tells will do that!