Food for Fraught

I may be a little grumpy right now, but I hate Bagel Friday. Springwood Lakes High School traditionally provides bagels and doughnuts to teachers on Fridays and it bothers me. Specifically, what it spawns. E-mails are sent out by the administration to remind the teachers to limit the number of doughnuts they take. They ration the food like they ration the supplies ("No, Mr. HT! I'm sorry. You've already picked up your piece of chalk for the month! But here, have a bagel.") Plus, I hate having to see teachers, these college graduates (many with graduate degrees), doing that run/walk thing to be the first to the bagel table like 2nd graders trying to get to the swings first at recess.

Maybe it's the concept of getting food. I mean isn't that what the UN does for third-world nations? With their disastrous infrastructures, there's no end in sight and the only immediate action is to throw food at them, in hopes that they can survive a few generations until problems are resolved. What does that say about us? Teachers, I mean.

Come to think of it we do have doctors and nurses come in every once in a while to give us physicals. There's a thought for this analogy. A long line of teachers repeatedly saying, "Hi how are you?" and the lyrics to Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl," because that's the only English they know. Maybe they could be wearing those t-shirts that are made up for the Superbowl losers because they have to be printed in advance. Now you have to admit, that's a funny picture.