I just read a news article on Yahoo! that made me think. It's on the front page of the Yahoo! homepage, just in case you'd like to read it. It says that children (and teens) whose parents have not paid their lunch bills receive a snacking lunch instead of a full hot meal. In my opinion, a snacking lunch is a piece of fruit, a carton of milk, and a cold, yes cold, cheese sandwich. No grilled cheese here folks, not even anything to dress the sandwich up or a pack of graham crackers to make the meal filling. These truly are sad times when a child must be punished for being poor.

This is a very sad thing to think about. However, it makes one think about a child's fate. Of course the child is embarrassed. Getting pulled out of the lunch line for their parents not being able to pay the lunch fee and then given a cheese sandwich.

I also think about the parents, those who scratch at the surface trying to make ends meet. hearing your child cry because they were forced to eat a cheese sandwich (that tastes like crap, if you are using school cheese) and also because they were picked on because they are poor.

This makes me want to drop everything, drive to the Board of Education, and yell at them, even though I know that they had no choice.



Also, for the past two days, I've felt alienated, isolated, embarrassed, in a deep pool of anguish and numb. Basically, it's what I've been feeling since eleventh grade coming down to a boil. I've been really tense, and even though I never write about it and tell it to you guys, I feel like should start telling about the things that happen that don't involve me receiving a gift or being super hyper-happy. I THINK THAT IT IS TIME FOR ME TO BROOD! *Begins to brood*

Tuesday, I started a fight with my mother involving change I found. I know that it's her change whenever it's laying on the ground, but no one ever picks the coins up! Well, long story short, My mother and everyone else has been giving me cold shoulder. Even my Kaleb, who has never given anything cold. Except for puppy kisses.

Like this morning, for example. My 12-year-old asshole of a brother, Domyque, gets almost all of the scrambled eggs, not leaving enough for I or my 13-year-old brother, Chris, to get any and not bitch about it. So, I grabbed the last of scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon. There was no bother saving Chris any, not much to cry about. However, as soon as I get ready to put my plate in the microwave, my mother tells me that Chris didn't eat. I tell her that Domyque has everything on his plate (I mean seriously, the kid had a hen house full of scrambled eggs). She said, "So? I don't feed thieves either, so you can eat cold cereal." So, I put my plate back, and endure the shitty hellhole that is my three degree perimeter. All the while Domyque, grins at me when my mother leaves. I swear I had telepathy at that moment, because I swore I heard someone say, "That's what you get, thief!"


I know that I deserved this, but goddamn. I feel like now, I have to stay in my room own to protect me from being glared daggers. And I don't think my mother is going to let me cook anything either. I guess it's cold cereal all the way to Missouri. YAY.


God, I need something to eat besides stale breakfast food.