#ConfessionFriday

In the 4th grade, I found out we were on welfare by getting low-key clowned on.

In the lunch line...

BOY: Dag I ont have enough for chocolate milk.

ME: Huh? It's free.

BOY: Not for me. I have to pay for it.

ME: What? You shouldnt. When you started going here, they were supposed to give you a code. My code is JT5 and I just tell the lady my code, and that's it.

BOY: That's because your family is poor.

ME: What?

BOY: My parents told me that I have to pay for lunch bcuz they have jobs. But students who dont pay for lunch... it's bcuz their parents dont work.

At that age in my life, those words would easily have been fighting words. But I was genuinely so intrigued by this new information, I was in shock and thoughts/questions started runnin all over my head. When I got home, I told Mom what the boy said. Then she explained to me what Welfare was, why my lunch was free, and she revealed to me that everyone didnt get Food Stamps. I was like "Whaaaa??"

*Btw.. I hate kids.