This morning, the first grade teacher came with buckets of japchae. Now, I like japchae a lot, and had I not eaten a giant breakfast this morning, I would have gladly annihilated the contents of the paper bowl placed at my seat at the teachers’ office meeting table. Unfortunately, I always eat almost as soon as I roll out of bed: I always feel like I haven’t eaten in days in the morning, so I tend to shovel oatmeal and cookie shakes into my face as soon as I possibly can. Thus, after being ordered to sit down at my spot at the meeting table, I didn’t touch anything except my iced americano, which I only drank in small sips. And I was perfectly content to sit, run out the clock until the bell rang, and mind my own business while not touching any of the food placed before me.
But suddenly, I heard a voice from the other end of the table.
It was the principal suddenly asking in a crisp, stern voice, “Why isn’t Kimberly eating anything?”
I have never wanted to kick someone in the shins under a table as much as I did at that moment.
For the record, I wasn’t eating anything because what I do or do not eat is none of anyone’s damn business. And I really wanted to say so, but since that’s not very polite, I awkwardly mumbled my Korean reply. “I ate a big breakfast today.” This prompted the secretary to remark, “I guess she doesn’t like japchae.” To which I sheepishly replied, “I do, but I’m really full.”
I’m just sick of having to make excuses for not always eating the mountains of food provided at work. What I eat is a decision that should be mine and no one else’s.
T-minus six hours until freedom.