It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY.
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@futurebird @MCDuncanLab @llewelly I went to high school in Victoria during the '90s, when we had a fairly extreme neoliberal/libertarian state premier named Jeff Kennett.
Jeff was a complete tool on every level. This is a guy who once boasted about collecting golliwog dolls and naming them after his favourite Aboriginal footballers. After politics, he ran a football club until a major racism scandal.
He privatised pretty much everything he could (electricity, the gas utility, public transport). He awarded an ad agency that happened to be owned by his wife a bunch of government contracts. He sacked all the democratically elected local councils, merged them together, and appointed CEOs to run them. He wrecked a major urban renewal project (Docklands) by letting developers run amok. And he corporatised any government agency he couldn't sell.
Privatising state schools was a bridge too far even for Jeff, but he did merge them together and corporatise them.
Before Jeff, school tuckshops were typically run by volunteers, usually grandparents or stay at home mums. I remember pies cost $2.60 and $1.60 for sausage rolls. Vanilla slices were $1.10.
You'd write your order on a brown paper bag and pay at recess, and then collect your order at lunchtime.
And excess stock was then sold off during lunch time.
Jeffrey Gibb Kennett couldn't privatise schools, but he could contract out things like cleaners, groundskeepers, and canteens.
So he did.
So we went from a volunteer-run tuckshop to a for-profit privatised school canteen where the deep-fried rubbish cost double. -
@futurebird @aburka @paco @grumble209 While I feel for your husband, I suppose I'd annoy him, too. I will never not get excited when I wake up and it's white outside. That childhood glee always happens, and I hope it never stops.
I still wonder if school will be closed
People always say silly things like, "when you're older, you'll think differently", suggesting that it's hard work to shovel snow. Well, some of us prefer to be active. The same people who go to the gym regularly won't carry things, won't park further away and walk, and will complain about shoveling snow. I don't get it. Shoveling snow is fun AND I get to be active!@AnachronistJohn @aburka @paco @grumble209 @futurebird hear hear
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@futurebird @MCDuncanLab @llewelly I went to high school in Victoria during the '90s, when we had a fairly extreme neoliberal/libertarian state premier named Jeff Kennett.
Jeff was a complete tool on every level. This is a guy who once boasted about collecting golliwog dolls and naming them after his favourite Aboriginal footballers. After politics, he ran a football club until a major racism scandal.
He privatised pretty much everything he could (electricity, the gas utility, public transport). He awarded an ad agency that happened to be owned by his wife a bunch of government contracts. He sacked all the democratically elected local councils, merged them together, and appointed CEOs to run them. He wrecked a major urban renewal project (Docklands) by letting developers run amok. And he corporatised any government agency he couldn't sell.
Privatising state schools was a bridge too far even for Jeff, but he did merge them together and corporatise them.
Before Jeff, school tuckshops were typically run by volunteers, usually grandparents or stay at home mums. I remember pies cost $2.60 and $1.60 for sausage rolls. Vanilla slices were $1.10.
You'd write your order on a brown paper bag and pay at recess, and then collect your order at lunchtime.
And excess stock was then sold off during lunch time.
Jeffrey Gibb Kennett couldn't privatise schools, but he could contract out things like cleaners, groundskeepers, and canteens.
So he did.
So we went from a volunteer-run tuckshop to a for-profit privatised school canteen where the deep-fried rubbish cost double. -
I was on the east coast back then and in addition to pizza day we also had fiesta pizza day which was basically an Old El Paso taco on a piece of crust. Fiesta pizza day was only slightly behind regular pizza day for the best day of the week.
@victorvonvortex @Meowthias @futurebird Every now and then we had hotdog day. It's pretty sad what kids will get excited about.
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It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY. Yay!
One of the square slices behind the counter has a bubble. The dough has somehow acquired an air pocket. It's huge. The size of a tennis ball.
Everyone is talking about "The Bubble"
How do you feel about the bubble?
@futurebird My memories of the square pizza were in high school in the late 80's where all about grabbing a stack of like 10 paper napkins (serviettes, or whatever, not diapers) and then using them to blot up all the grease that floated to the top while I scoped out a table to sit at. afterward the pizza would be kind of dry so I'd add like 2-3 ketchup packets and a bunch of black pepper which seemed to improve the thing considerably. I'll still coat pizza rolls and the cheaper frozen pizzas with black pepper to this day.
I do fondly remember the "fiestada pizza" someone else mentioned from middle school (they were hexagonal shaped) because the cafeteria had fiestadad'd the hell out of them until they were nice and crispy. The only thing I truly miss though were the "egg rolls" which seemed to have some kind of cream or cheese sauce in them, it couldn't possibly have been, that doesn't even make sense. I've never found anything like that since.
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It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY. Yay!
One of the square slices behind the counter has a bubble. The dough has somehow acquired an air pocket. It's huge. The size of a tennis ball.
Everyone is talking about "The Bubble"
How do you feel about the bubble?
@futurebird In high school we had a lunch line ~just~ for pizza, every day! We also had โMexican pizzaโ which was less than pizza dough, but more than a soft tortilla with a little taco meat and cheese.
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It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY. Yay!
One of the square slices behind the counter has a bubble. The dough has somehow acquired an air pocket. It's huge. The size of a tennis ball.
Everyone is talking about "The Bubble"
How do you feel about the bubble?
This discussion feels so alien to me.
Australian school lunches, a looong time ago. 1-2 sandwiches, white bread. Peanut butter & jam, or devon (sliced meat *product*, porkish) with a dollop of tomato sauce. Some kind of fruit. All from home, no refrigeration. There were water bubblers for drinksโ& smalll state supplied unrefrigerated bottle of milk for morning play lunch.
Anything else was suspicious.
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It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY. Yay!
One of the square slices behind the counter has a bubble. The dough has somehow acquired an air pocket. It's huge. The size of a tennis ball.
Everyone is talking about "The Bubble"
How do you feel about the bubble?
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@futurebird pizza day? WWTF?? why did I never get pizza at school in the 1980s or 1990s?
@llewelly @futurebird never seen a pizza in the school. But who would want pizza when your parent gave you cookies (speculaas) on bread for lunch... Maybe even a peanutbutter banana sandwich.
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@futurebird @aburka @paco Your kids asked permission to skip school?
I'm stunned.
They are so sweet but so strange sometimes.
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@futurebird Thatโs much better than what I was imagining. Kind of adorable actually.
Yeah this isn't a sad story of a kid who no one was feeding. It's the story of a stubborn kid whose parents thought "well... maybe if she just struggles a bit she'll figure it out."
My mom gave me $10 glorious late 1980s dollars each week to buy lunch which was $2 per day at the school. I was convinced I could find a better way to spend the money and create lunches.
