You’re asking me what snack I’d eat right now.
That’s tricky, because I’m writing this at night, when I’m not hungry at all, trying to imagine the version of me who’ll be reading this around 10 a.m.—the one standing in the middle of second period, attempting to convince a room full of journalism students that finishing an article is not a personal attack.
It’s an A-Day, so we’ll be going full-bore straight through until lunch at about 12:30. There will be no leisurely pause for snacks. No gentle nibbling. No thoughtful consideration of salty versus sweet. Just me, a clock that refuses to move faster, and a handful of students who swear they’re “basically done” while still missing an ending.
That’s why questions like this always feel a little unserious to me. They assume I’m roaming freely through the day, casually reaching for trail mix like a well-adjusted adult. In reality, 10 a.m. is a time for redirection, encouragement, gentle nagging, and the occasional reminder that yes, a conclusion is, in fact, required.
So if I’m answering honestly, the snack I’d eat right now is probably none. Not out of discipline or virtue—just logistics. When I’m locked in, the hunger gets postponed.
Lunch will come eventually. And when it does, it will feel earned.
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