“If you have any extra grilled cheese after everyone has gone through the line, please let me know. They’re my favorite,” I told Gina, the head lunch lady at the tiny, rural school that had housed the entirety of my educational career. Gina let out a loud, hearty laugh; she had the kind of laugh that would make you smile no matter how difficult a day you’d had. “I’ll definitely let you know, Chloe,” Gina said. Attending high school with less than one hundred students had several perks, and being pals with the lunch lady was definitely one of them.