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Tales of an Accidental Cooking Club

Published September 8, 2022

I didn’t mean to start one at my school. Here’s what happened when I did.

Last year, I started working as a social worker at a high school in northern Westchester County, New York. As one of my extra duties, I was assigned to be a morning greeter — and I wasn’t happy about it. My energy level in the morning is widely variable: If I sleep well, wake up on time, take a long hot shower, have unwrinkled clothes to put on, and eat a big breakfast with plenty of coffee, then I’m fine. If one or two of those things don’t happen, I’m hungry and sluggish until lunchtime. 

Being a morning greeter means I can’t sneak off for coffee or hide in my basement office. I have to go out front and match the energy of the other greeters — the most energetic hype team imaginable. A woman who is 20 years older than me dances and sings; lunch ladies pass out bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches (they learned early on to save me one); principals, security guards, and teachers deliver handshakes and fist bumps while saying things like “Girl, I love the hair!” or “Hey, was that you I saw at the game last night?” I just have this one awkward move where I swing my hands back and forth and then clap. 

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