Collect our winnings? I didn't understand. And Noah wouldn't give me any hints after dropping that bomb. He just told me to be patient and wait for lunch time.
Throughout the day, between every class, Noah was diligent in making sure I tried one of my snacks. Mrs. Atkins was very thoughtful and made sure they were small in size and quick to eat, so I was able to finish one every time we switched classes. There was nothing that I was unsatisfied with. It's weird that they were concern that I might not like something, but I'm not a picky eater...I couldn't be picky growing up. I ate what I could.
My old elementary school had something called a 'share table' during lunch, where kids would put their unwanted food for someone else to have. That was the only way I could have lunch so I took whatever was available. Now I have someone catering to me. It was such a turnaround that I couldn't really accept it.
