Summer Smith (
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Ancient Food Crimes; Friday, First Period [05/13].
Okay, this whole lack of sleep thing suuuuuucked, and Summer was just ready to get through whatever kind of weekend they were building up to so they could be done with it and move on with their lives and maybe sleep for the next few years as a result, but, right now, she had a terrible class to teach while feeling terrible, and clinging to a cup of coffee for dear life.
"Hey, everyone," she said, sighing heavily and not even caring that she was slouching on the counter of the community center's kitchen classroom and probably looking like she hadn't slept in four days because guess what she hadn't! "Welcome to Ancient Food Crimes, a class where we explore some of the most disturbing and traumatic food events of the past century, maybe a little before that, because some of the things those people did to food are too terrifying and disgusting to just ignore. Or maybe you actually like that sort of thing. Who knows? I've met all sorts of people and I've met all sorts of foods that they're still willing to put into their mouths.
"Now, I looked at the roster, and I know most of you, but there are a few names I'm less familiar with, so, lucky you guys, you're in for a treat. Anyway, my name is Summer Smith, I'm sort of notorious around here for doing terrible things to jello, and I hope to prove it to you in this course. Why do I do this? Who knows? Maybe just because it's fun."
And it got her a weird amount of validation, popularity, and a strange sense of accomplishment, three things she desperately craved even more than sleep. Yes, even right now. Give her that tasty, tasty validation, and she'll be fine never sleeping ever again.
"And I don't know how many of you are really affected by this whole sleep thing...I know it's definitely kicking my ass. So I feel like introducing you guys to some of the really messed up shit right off the bat is going to to some mega-regrettable nightmares down the road. So today, even though it deprives us of at least one truly cursed vintage recipe, I just can't in good conscious actually subject any of you to that in my current state. Well. That's not entirely true. Since I haven't been sleeping, I did make..."
And here was when she moved over to a clouche that had definitely been there the whole time and lifted it up to reveal....a monstrosity and an accompanying beverage.
"....these, soooo...."
She did not look like a proud woman in this moment, no.
"I guess what we're going to do is...since it's the first class and I'm tired as hell, is come on up, help yourself to a little bit of my sleep-deprived madness if you're feeling so bold, and tell us who you are, any allergies I should be aware of, how you've ended up in this class, and, if you can think of it, what's the worst thing you've probably ever eaten."
There was a slight pause. "I'm not sure my answer is actually appropriate for a classroom setting," she offered, and then looked over the room. "Who's next?"
"Hey, everyone," she said, sighing heavily and not even caring that she was slouching on the counter of the community center's kitchen classroom and probably looking like she hadn't slept in four days because guess what she hadn't! "Welcome to Ancient Food Crimes, a class where we explore some of the most disturbing and traumatic food events of the past century, maybe a little before that, because some of the things those people did to food are too terrifying and disgusting to just ignore. Or maybe you actually like that sort of thing. Who knows? I've met all sorts of people and I've met all sorts of foods that they're still willing to put into their mouths.
"Now, I looked at the roster, and I know most of you, but there are a few names I'm less familiar with, so, lucky you guys, you're in for a treat. Anyway, my name is Summer Smith, I'm sort of notorious around here for doing terrible things to jello, and I hope to prove it to you in this course. Why do I do this? Who knows? Maybe just because it's fun."
And it got her a weird amount of validation, popularity, and a strange sense of accomplishment, three things she desperately craved even more than sleep. Yes, even right now. Give her that tasty, tasty validation, and she'll be fine never sleeping ever again.
"And I don't know how many of you are really affected by this whole sleep thing...I know it's definitely kicking my ass. So I feel like introducing you guys to some of the really messed up shit right off the bat is going to to some mega-regrettable nightmares down the road. So today, even though it deprives us of at least one truly cursed vintage recipe, I just can't in good conscious actually subject any of you to that in my current state. Well. That's not entirely true. Since I haven't been sleeping, I did make..."
And here was when she moved over to a clouche that had definitely been there the whole time and lifted it up to reveal....a monstrosity and an accompanying beverage.
"....these, soooo...."
She did not look like a proud woman in this moment, no.
"I guess what we're going to do is...since it's the first class and I'm tired as hell, is come on up, help yourself to a little bit of my sleep-deprived madness if you're feeling so bold, and tell us who you are, any allergies I should be aware of, how you've ended up in this class, and, if you can think of it, what's the worst thing you've probably ever eaten."
There was a slight pause. "I'm not sure my answer is actually appropriate for a classroom setting," she offered, and then looked over the room. "Who's next?"

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