Can you believe that this class is my favorite passtime?
And I love to eat!
So I’m allowed to indulge a little because this classroom is a kitchen.
I see that the paper assignment has only been started by a selected few and this isn’t the main course.
The main course, accompanied by today’s throwback I Believe I Can Fly by R. Kelly, is spreading wings with too much sauce.
Too much sauce coming from the stories coming from this female senior that has relations with a student that is just a cherry on top of her dessert.
“Is it too late now to say sorry” – as the upperclassmen are playing the board game and Justin Bieber‘s song is ironic in the naming of the particular dish that the female senior seems to be coming back for.
Does she want seconds?
She comes back from first period to the next to visit her classmates to partake in the pouring out of SZA‘s narrative of the weekend as I explain to them why I’m a cereal killer, eating my carbs for the day.
I wish that I had green tea to go with the sugar in one student’s lack thereof in their coffee and honey in mine, served cold with ice because the conversation needed it.
Her friends know that in her situation, describing the toppings of her main course, she is his side dish instead because he devours chicken.
Knowing this, the goal is for him to overindulge, to make him blue as both parties seem to have a red-hot passion for each other’s dietary content.
As I’ve learned in my experience in nutrition:
Too much of just about anything can be a bad thing.
But they are all young, wild, and free and when life gives you lemons (Throwing caution to the wind).
I take them and put them in my green tea, balancing the honey.
They make lemonade.
Both beverages served cold.