Start Of My Modest Proposal

I am writing this with the selfless hope to draw attention to an issue that not only affects me and my fellow students, but also teachers and parents alike. Parents, district workers and teachers must have forgotten what it was like to be a student, because I have a high hope that any one with the awareness I now acquire would be much more sympathetic with high school scholar’s situations. Imagine spending hours of your day listening to monotone speeches about pronouns, Africa, chemistry, inequalities, and having to keep an attention span not only long enough to stay awake, but retain all the given information in order to ensure a passing grade in the class. I imagine it sounds much more interesting than spending a peaceful day at home, remote controller in hand, bowl of chips in lap, and perhaps even productively working. Regardless of the boring alternatives that students sacrifice in order to attend school, I have been well informed that all this information about parabolas, molecules, and the medieval times will be completely necessary in acquiring the future position I hope to attain as an English teacher.
The only thing that many students look forward to is their brief lunch break with a futile hope of relaxation and some food to fuel their bodies and brains. Students often spend the majority of their short break from stress standing in lines which often grow, the longer you wait. This is because of the fact that many teachers get a chance to skip the line and go straight to the front, as well as students who feel the need to cut, or ones whom have a “special” relationship with the person monitoring the line. Of course all that standing, in the hot sun, or freezing cold pays off once you get your food which is likely to be powdered milk processed potatoes or deliciously cold chicken with air bubbles.
After all those hours spent learning about chemistry and biology, I cannot once recall a student, who even on an empty stomach, could remember ever learning anything about chicken having air bubbles. Luckily for us, if we do not prefer the taste of such delights, there is always a two sip box of juice to wash it down. Of course, this is only if you are so lucky as to be given the opportunity of having food or drinks that have only expired recently, for as many of us have been forced to learn, a few days late is safe, but a few months usually leaves you feeling a little sick.
I realize that students may be to blame, because even in the recent economic depression we now enter, there is always to option of spending your last few dollars on buying food, or bringing some from home. For those whose parents actually have a successful job, the river of good fortune runs dry. They have to pay for their own expired milk, bruised fruit, and orange chicken that is much more of a pale green or brown shade. This is a well-deserved punishment because they chose the job their parents obtained. These jobs probably included hours of hard work, and required several years enduring their own torture in schools similar to the ones their children now attend. If these students do decide to bring food from home, they could always save money by using the school drinking fountains for refreshments, as long as they don’t mind the aftertaste of woodchips and already chewed gum. Studies show that students work better after a satisfying meal so I am sure all those hard working teachers and district workers would be willing to pitch in extra money to improve the already wonderful quality of school food and refreshments. It is for the sake of the future generation is it not?