Watching a debate on Sky News this morning, regarding how the Government's Universal Benefit plan will deny many children from poor families from receiving free school dinners, and the commentator's observation about the stigma of free school dinners, raised not just a wry smile on my face but a veritable chortle.
Not that I was belittling the issue - not at all. I was a free school dinner recipient back in the early 70s and the social stigma being discussed this morning reminded me of the way that my secondary school handled the situation in the days of pre-political correctness.
Dinner tickets were required for any pupil who chose to eat in the school canteen. Those children whose parents paid for the "pleasure", were required to purchase the appropriate tickets at the window of the school secretary on a Monday morning. Us "free school dinner kids" were obliged to attend said window at the first morning break... in full view of classmates and other school attendees who would inevitably take the "proverbial".
Worse, and obviously not content with the separate queuing system that segregated us "poor kids" from our better-off classmates, although the tickets for free school dinners seemed identical there was one further demarcation of our lowly status... that of a thick blue line running across the printed "Dinner Ticket" that was not visible on a paid-for ticket!
Needless to say, many free dinner school kids chose to take packed lunches as opposed to expose themselves to such discrimination and the inevitable bullying that teenagers can inflict on the "outgroup".
But - in a "what goes around, comes around" sort of way - by my third year of secondary school (perhaps by some sort of act of political correctness even, who knows?), the school changed the system. Yes, we still had to go to dispensing window at a different time to the others to collect our "freebies", but now the tickets were identical in every respect to their paid-for cousins. No more thick blue line delineating their (and our) lower financial status.
And what a chance for any budding entrepreneur (there were a few of us). Doesn't take a lot to imagine the scene:
"How much do you pay for your dinner tickets?"
"50p each."
"I have some here that I don't want... only 25p each."
"Deal!"
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