Snack of the Damned
For the last three days, I've been administering the Georgia High School Graduation Test. Each day the district has thoughtfully provided snacks for the students to enjoy. (I find it curious that while they seem to ignore the past decade of educational research, they grab hold of one measly nutritional tenet and walk around like they're on the cutting edge of test-taking strategy.)
On Tuesday it was pudding and bottles of Dasani water. Fair enough. The kids seemed to enjoy it. On Wednesday, it was a bag of animal crackers and a bottle of Dasani water. This time a few of the kids declined the offer of crackers but glady accepted the water.
Today- well, today was different. I walked into the room and found the bottles of water just like the days before and the bag of snacks. I opened the bags and found the following: a piece of unwrapped cheese and a pack of saltine crackers had been placed together in a small plastic sandwich bag. This really must be imagined for someone to understand how pathetic this offering was. It gave the distinct impression that the school was on welfare. And it didn't take much imagination to realize that someone had touched every single piece on its way to the bag.
It looked so disgusting that only five or six of the kids were brave enough to take it. Most of them steered clear of the cheese. Out of curiousity, I grabbed a piece of cheese and smelled it. Just as I suspected- it was a "cheese-like" substance. Solidified vegetable oil, if I had to guess.
I hate fake cheese. The college I attended had fake cheese on their salad bar, which ruined every salad I ever ate there. The stuff tastes like spoiled plastic. I know real cheese is more expensive, but maybe there's a reason cheese should be made from milk. Maybe because it's CHEESE.
The students quickly fell into a game of trying to decide what the school district would come up with for Friday, since it was likely to be worse than today. One of them said that he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't receive IOUs from the school board- or a spoonful of peanut butter.
In short, the district would have been better off giving the students nothing, because what they did serve was more of an insult than anything else. Don't worry- I'll be sure to let you know what they come up with tomorrow.
A spoonful of peanut butter might not be too far off the mark.
On Tuesday it was pudding and bottles of Dasani water. Fair enough. The kids seemed to enjoy it. On Wednesday, it was a bag of animal crackers and a bottle of Dasani water. This time a few of the kids declined the offer of crackers but glady accepted the water.
Today- well, today was different. I walked into the room and found the bottles of water just like the days before and the bag of snacks. I opened the bags and found the following: a piece of unwrapped cheese and a pack of saltine crackers had been placed together in a small plastic sandwich bag. This really must be imagined for someone to understand how pathetic this offering was. It gave the distinct impression that the school was on welfare. And it didn't take much imagination to realize that someone had touched every single piece on its way to the bag.
It looked so disgusting that only five or six of the kids were brave enough to take it. Most of them steered clear of the cheese. Out of curiousity, I grabbed a piece of cheese and smelled it. Just as I suspected- it was a "cheese-like" substance. Solidified vegetable oil, if I had to guess.
I hate fake cheese. The college I attended had fake cheese on their salad bar, which ruined every salad I ever ate there. The stuff tastes like spoiled plastic. I know real cheese is more expensive, but maybe there's a reason cheese should be made from milk. Maybe because it's CHEESE.
The students quickly fell into a game of trying to decide what the school district would come up with for Friday, since it was likely to be worse than today. One of them said that he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't receive IOUs from the school board- or a spoonful of peanut butter.
In short, the district would have been better off giving the students nothing, because what they did serve was more of an insult than anything else. Don't worry- I'll be sure to let you know what they come up with tomorrow.
A spoonful of peanut butter might not be too far off the mark.
posted by Yorick at 8:29 PM
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