At my high school, you got a luxurious lunch of free Pizza Hut pizza if you got all A's for a particular grading period, washed down with gratuitious amounts of Pepsi products. It was like this immediate delicious reward for suffering through pre-calculus. I think I used to get out of my Spanish class to partake in the pizza feast, and since there were all of, say, 10 students there, we gorged ourselves, lard or no lard.
Back in October, I found myself caught in a Des Moines High School hallway just as the bell rang (don't ask how I got there...it's a long speed reading story) and I was intrigued to see the kiddies que up at the vending machines, chucking in change so they could make it through their next classes with chips and Cokes. Back when I was in high school, we were only allowed to approach the vending machines at lunch. You could get a detention if you got it into your head that you were going to sit through American Government with a cold Coke. My dad used to tell me how, when he was a kid, he was only allowed to have Coke on Friday nights, and he had to share a little 8 ounce cup with his sister and brother, and that was it.
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