In 10^th grade at my high school, health education class was mandatory for all students.

In my class, there was a kid named Tim. Tim was a nice enough kid; the sporty type and on the hockey team, but not necessarily overly health-conscious. Every morning the teacher would ask Tim what he had for breakfast. Some days it was cereal with milk, some days it was eggs with toast. (I don’t remember beyond that because honestly, the only one who seemed to be completely enthralled with finding out what Tim ate every morning was the teacher.) (more…)