School Lunch

I remember some kind of repugnant reddish-orange soup, circa third grade. I think it was “tomato” soup, served with grilled cheese sandwiches (Velveeta on white bread). Every time, the same routine: the lunch lady would present me with the tray, already complete with sandwich and soup.

“I don’t want the soup,” I would tell her.

“You don’t have a choice,” she would say.

“I’m going to throw it away right now,” I would say. Read the rest of this entry »