Raguel
The hardest work is to do nothing
- Nov 27, 2020
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At my 7th grade. It was private school with rich chads when I was one of few scholarship middle class students. It was a sleepover boy-school with 3 daily meals.
One day I overstudied preparing for quiz and was late for dinner so that day I slept hungry planning to eat well in the morning. We had pretty decent breakfasts with eggs, cheese, olives, butter, oranges, black tea and etc.
So next day I get up, go to the canteen hoping to have a nice meal and notice a weird atmosphere: canteen was loud and crowdy, not as usual. Turns out some chads didn't eat yesterday cause they played BASKETBALL and were late to dinner as well. I go up to the table, and there's a brutal fight for food going on. Those jocks muscled their way through and wiped off all the food they get.
My desperate hopes to get at least some nutrition, were sadly ruined.
Before I could reach my hands, NOTHING WAS LEFT.
I stood there for 10 minutes, furious and anxious. And one of my classmates out of a pity handed me a small loaf of bread, in a plastic bag.
I took it, got out of the canteen, went to another building, walked through hallways, came to a spot where nobody sees me, started crying and eating at the same time.
Some of my tears dropped on the bread. I tasted my tears mixed with my piece of bread
One day I overstudied preparing for quiz and was late for dinner so that day I slept hungry planning to eat well in the morning. We had pretty decent breakfasts with eggs, cheese, olives, butter, oranges, black tea and etc.
So next day I get up, go to the canteen hoping to have a nice meal and notice a weird atmosphere: canteen was loud and crowdy, not as usual. Turns out some chads didn't eat yesterday cause they played BASKETBALL and were late to dinner as well. I go up to the table, and there's a brutal fight for food going on. Those jocks muscled their way through and wiped off all the food they get.
My desperate hopes to get at least some nutrition, were sadly ruined.
Before I could reach my hands, NOTHING WAS LEFT.
I stood there for 10 minutes, furious and anxious. And one of my classmates out of a pity handed me a small loaf of bread, in a plastic bag.
I took it, got out of the canteen, went to another building, walked through hallways, came to a spot where nobody sees me, started crying and eating at the same time.
Some of my tears dropped on the bread. I tasted my tears mixed with my piece of bread
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