Did you walk to school or take your lunch?

Good question

I am not in school; I am 42 years old. where is the option for adults?

Did does not mean do. Did is past tense. So obviously you never attended school (which will be N/A) or need to check the joint answer. You know not all these polls are for everyone. Don't feel bad.

Where's the option for "walk to school and take your lunch?" Didn't students used to carry their lunches to school with them?

Oh, you were a rich kid. Had a valet carry your lunch for you, right? No? Had a valet to carry you?

Or did you go to a special school for kids who couldn't walk and chew gum or carry lunch bags at the same time? A school for kids who couldn't make stupid surveys and look in their lunchbag for their peanut butter sandwich simultaneously? Life's kind of rough at times, isn't it?

Fail!

Sirius1 wrote:

Fail!

Fail? I'm doing pretty good.

Delete me or something. I can walk on peanut butter sandwiches all along Freeport.

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I walked in snow sometimes. I rode a bus others. For a while my dad took me to school in the mornings and picked me up afterwards.

I always took my lunch (catholic family style industrial lunches from coded bags in the freezer).

I often ate my lunch for a mid-morning snack and hung out at the 7-Eleven playing pinball during real lunch period. Sometimes I smoked pot (but I wasn't rich like most of the kids, so I didn't have any most of the time). I really liked pinball (and I could play almost all of lunch on a quarter).

After they built a mega-high school in my senior year (to make it the biggest powerhouse in all Texas high-school football), it was more conveniently located, and we all went across the parking lot to a friend's house for lunch. He was very rich, and we smoked lots of pot there.

My city had the highest teen suicide rate in America for a while. It also for a while had the highest teen heroin addiction problem, too.

It was a bedroom community full of rich white people raising kids with plenty of money, no real supervision, and no purpose in life (except, of course, to make more money).

One of my best friends from church (another altar boy) got $100 a week allowance (I got $5). His bedroom window was as big as a door, and we would party at his house ALL NIGHT LONG with his parents asleep on the other end of the building. If they had a clue, they never let us in on it.

My family was different. We were (probably intentionally) poor. We were required to practice various talents that we would likely never use professionally. We had to get good grades (A's). We had to be home for dinner, and we couldn't just sit and watch television. We had to go to church, and all the church activities related to youth development in faith. My parents regularly checked our bedrooms at night when they went to the bathroom.

My sister's boyfriend shot himself in a field behind our house. He didn't get the kind of car that his dad had let on, and couldn't face the indignity.

I watched it turn from a town about the size of Ukiah into that desolate place full of shopping centers and beautifully manicured lawns (some parts draw people from thirty or more miles away at xmas).

Of course, it did improve somewhat. They don't pull people over for having hair over their ears anymore, and the black people have been allowed to move out of the little ghetto that was set up for them.