The kind where they call you a kitchen 'helper' and pretend it's normal. I never questioned the experience until now, but that's the sort of thing that happens to poor kids. If you're ashamed to be poor, you'll be pretty cooperative about most things.

I remember having to do that as a kid. Get put back in the kitchen of the cafeteria to rinse trays, throw them and silverware in these giant plastic dish crates, shove down the handle on the gazillion degree steamer/cleaner door, wait til it dings, push out the hot crate with another crate, repeat. That was elementary…

Hi. I was almost a Rhodes Scholar. Came *this* close in high school. I can guarantee you, if I hadn't been hungry, poor, and working by 14 to buy clothes that wouldn't hurt when I sat down, I could have focused more on school and done better with my grades. As it is, I had the highest ACT scores in my class, and we…