Breaking rules, my food rules & the government's food rules
My grade school had the most1 nuns of any school east of the Mississippi.2 There were a lot of rules. No more than three seconds at the water fountain. No boys with hair past their ears. No forgetting your floppy disk in the computer, a bizzare rule, for which I received detention in the convent, staring at a duck clock.
My favorite sport was getting rules…
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