I hated school so much. I think I came to associate the sensation of eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with misery.
Which is weird. It's a classic sandwich. I've had them since and have been able to enjoy them. It's a pretty cheap sandwich, that's for sure.
But I can also remember being a kid in public school, sitting in a cafeteria that reeked of industrial cleaners and prison food, surrounded by prisoners unsure of what unfriendliness the day would yet bring. Slowly chewing my homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washing it down with a box drink, and just hoping to get through the day ahead.
It's September. Have to get through this September.