What arrested my attention at lunch today: Two freshman boys, both my English 1 students, tucking simultaneously into almost identical sandwiches, with gusto: white bread, what looked like American cheese, ham. Between the boys’ plates, the parenthesis of a single banana. I stopped at their table to tease them a little: “Really, guys? That’s lunch? With all the choices in this place? And where’s the green?” Both grinned a little sheepishly and, at almost the same time, said that the only bread they had at home was whole grain.

Rebels, I thought.