I was given the option of washing the trays of the other kids. I had to stand behind the window and all the other kids gave me their finished lunches so I could get the reduced price, poor kid, paper-sack lunch for no cost. It was so humiliating and I got laughed at a lot for being the dishwasher.
My grandmother was a lunch lady and would keep some bills in her pocket for situations like this. Whenever we went out to dinner or whatever, her former students would frequently recognize her and say hi, even years after she retired.
I was in 2nd grade and on reduced price lunch and I very vividly remember having to sit alone with my even more reduced lunch because I didn’t have my money that day. They made me sit at the last table in the cafeteria, had one of those big cardboard dividers put around me, and had half a warm tuna sandwich and 5 brown apple slices. I tried to hold it together until we were let out for recess and I ran to the bathroom and cried for 30mins. After that, I stopped getting in the lunch line altogether, all the way until I graduated high school. Started lying saying I had ate, or that I had packed lunch, just so I wouldn’t have to go through that again.
MKULTRA007 on April 14th, 2021 at 18:39 UTC »
I was given the option of washing the trays of the other kids. I had to stand behind the window and all the other kids gave me their finished lunches so I could get the reduced price, poor kid, paper-sack lunch for no cost. It was so humiliating and I got laughed at a lot for being the dishwasher.
Punk18 on April 14th, 2021 at 18:49 UTC »
My grandmother was a lunch lady and would keep some bills in her pocket for situations like this. Whenever we went out to dinner or whatever, her former students would frequently recognize her and say hi, even years after she retired.
MiserableBranch9 on April 14th, 2021 at 19:06 UTC »
I was in 2nd grade and on reduced price lunch and I very vividly remember having to sit alone with my even more reduced lunch because I didn’t have my money that day. They made me sit at the last table in the cafeteria, had one of those big cardboard dividers put around me, and had half a warm tuna sandwich and 5 brown apple slices. I tried to hold it together until we were let out for recess and I ran to the bathroom and cried for 30mins. After that, I stopped getting in the lunch line altogether, all the way until I graduated high school. Started lying saying I had ate, or that I had packed lunch, just so I wouldn’t have to go through that again.