The nylon string of my apron cut deep into the back of my neck as Tyler, a 6-foot-two senior, yanked me backward in front of a hundred silent freshmen.
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Chapter 25 / 30
Chapter 25 - The Cafeteria Committee Martha Refused to Chair
Davis created a school climate advisory group.
He asked Martha to chair.
She laughed.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I serve lunch.”
“You’ve become central to reform.”
“That is exactly why I’m saying no.”
Paul frowned.
Martha explained:
“If this only works because I’m personally watching everything, you learned nothing.”
She recommended rotating representatives.
Student.
Teacher.
Cafeteria staff.
Custodian.
Bus driver.
Counselor.
Parent.
Administrator.
No permanent hero.
No single gatekeeper.
Paul smiled.
“You really hate committees.”
“I hate bad ones.”
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She agreed to serve one semester.
Not chair.
