Personal Narrative Essay: The Brown Paper Bag

All students were eating something in class for their breakfast including two of teacher assistants. Two of teacher assistants were sharing a bag of hot Cheetos. Many students were interested in the tempting looking snack hot Cheetos rather than an animal cracker that they got from Ms. B. Teacher assistants refused to share their snack with students and I believe that it was because the hot Cheetos is not good for children. Ms. B called her class and asked them to sit on the alphabet

Introductions (no hook yet): Children depend on junk food when they get to school. Whether it be the flaming hot cheetos they always walk past in the lunch line that they just can´t resist, or a pizza that they serve daily. As much as the kids will appreciate the never ending pizza and soda lunches, their bodies would say otherwise. This kind of food being served to students is extremely unhealthy. Kids will most likely alway choose junk food over the healthier option, causing the amount of obese children to increase drasticly, enabling unhealthy habits for these students in the future, and to their children.

It was the first day of 6th grade so no one was used to such a long wait to eat. By the end of Basics class with Mrs. Pulse, an awesome teacher, we all got to eat lunch. We were pointed toward the table we were supposed to be seated at. Before we were able to get our lunch, Principal Broughton told us about a new recycle program that the school had enforced. It made sure that each student dispose of their garbage in a way that gives back to the environment.

Could it be because the state is focusing on how much they are exporting and overlooks the deeper problem of hunger within their state? Christina Dreier lives in Mitchell County, Iowa, and is faced with the despair of not having enough food to feed her two growing children. Her plight is so extreme that she must make her three- year- old son go without breakfast, in hopes that he will eat the free breakfast provided by the school so that there will be enough food to feed their family for lunch. Sometimes there’s not even enough food for her to give her kids a snack that is healthy. They then have to rely on carb- loaded snacks that they can get for free at the local food pantry.

In the end, Brian is manipulated into writing a group essay for everyone in which he gives each person their defining nickname. Even though each student represents a different clique, they together form The Breakfast Club. Brian Johnson, the nerd, is subjected to many stereotypes throughout the film. For example, he has a balanced nutritional lunch and Bender,the criminal, associates this with him being the perfect nerdy child who has a loving mother who packs his lunches for him. It was also simply assumed that because Brian was the “brain” that he would write the essay for

If they weren’t in their seats by the second bell, they were marked tardy. In this one-room school house, there were rows of chairs with the oldest kids sitting in the back, and the youngest in the front. Throughout the day, the teacher would call a grade to sit in the front row and then he taught their lesson while the other grades worked. The children packed their lunches every day in brown paper bags and sat them in the shelves at the back of the room. They had a few classes in the morning and then it was time for lunch.

He found himself struggling with the quality of ingredients and specifically the preparation of certain dishes. In German, the main meal of the day was definitely lunch, while cold cuts got served for breakfast and dinner. Germans greatly valued fresh food. Many would walk to the market every morning to buy fresh bread and any other items they needed. Hans-Dieter routinely performed what the Germans refer to as “cake hour,” which was when they would eat pastries and drink coffee in the late afternoon every day (Wohlschlegel).

Critical Self Reflection Poverty is an experience that touches many people. I believe my first experience with poverty came in elementary school. Everyday, my mother would come to pick me up from school and we would regularly drive by a man begging on the street. Often, we would stop and give him a piece of fruit or a granola bar. This is, I believe when two of my views surrounding poverty began to change.

While sitting in their rancid cafeteria, many student have pondered about what goes into school lunches. Not just from interests and curiosity, but from the fact that many of their fellow peers are experiencing diarrhea, stomach pains, and vomit. Are school lunches really worth it? After some surveying within Cooper Middle School, less than half of the students have experienced food borne illnesses due to school lunches. Out of all those students, half have experienced diarrhea.

On my observation day the menu for school lunch was, mashed potatoes and gravy, sticky chicken fingers, whole wheat roll, broccoli, and a cup of mixed fruit. As I watched the kids through the line the majority of the students did not take the broccoli. I watched a class of 30 students go through, out of those 30 students, 3 of them accepted the offer of broccoli. Classes after that had about the same ratio as the first one. After the kids sat down and started eating, only a handful of those who took the broccoli actually ate it.

At school, I expect a good lunch everyday day and something that will make me full too. School lunch cost way too much for so little amount of food that we get. It ridiculous, because on the days I am hungry at school, I have to spend over $4.00 everyday just to get a decent meal. I hate when we always have the same food every week. They never make any changes to the school lunch.

Since I did not have a single class with any of them, I was glad to finally be able to spend time with people I knew. We found a table next to a glazed white pillar in the cafeteria, put our backpacks down, and went to go buy lunch. Almost immediately, the cloud of loneliness following me around morphed into sunshine. As we waited in line in the crowded sandwich deli, we shared what was going on in each other’s divided high school worlds as others shoved past us to get food. After paying for our meals, we sat down at our table to eat.